Parading

The colors swirl and merge and fall back down

and for a moment, as the reds intensify,
and for a moment, as the reds intensify,
and for a moment, as the reds intensify,
I am a ghost of all I don’t remember,
I am a ghost of all I don’t remember,
a grown man standing where a child once stood. —Christian Wiman
a grown man standing where a child once stood.
—Christian Wiman

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