big tent poetry #19 “Think of something you said. Now write what you wish you had said.”

Sure I’ll meet you there at six

I really didn’t feel like going

(Thanks just the same)

If I had missed that bus would it have been this way

as I stepped off a platform to transform myself

into another situation surrounding me in this world

I tapped my feet to the sound of

Engines roaring - silver shoes and black tights

While blue bandanas filled up the rooms tied in knots of yesterday

What if I had changed my mind at the last second

Do you think I’d feel specks of crystal lights that flash

round me as I’m consumed eternally