fable

at some point you make a choice
to get off the high horse
or to stay up there, stuck
like a balloon on the power line.

it will become our job as
good neighbors to ignore the change
or to exclaim over it –
perhaps with embellishments.

it is predictable: all that
passion wasted, and not even
a good bar fight to show for it.
look deep for one more round.

news from a small town 28, June 2011