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In New York Palace

From the 46th floor

I spied a dragonfly

The size of my fist

Like the one I’d drawn

Carefully as a child

Pinned high

In pride of place

On the classroom wall

But the lost boys

Of angry youth

Burnt down my school

Father caught the flames of Hell

Filed in his archive

I never saw logic behind

Collecting reasons why

Mother’s wearing old silk dresses

Hiding her pretty eyes

Always late to pick me up

From the moment she arrives

I look back to see that someone stole her time

The bell brings

A stranger

Memories divide

Ever-searching

Snapshots of our lives

When are we truly safe from ourselves

And the ones we hold too close

Oh how have I not lost

My innocence

Mother’s wearing old silk dresses

Hiding her pretty eyes

Always late to pick me up

From the moment she arrives

I look back to see that someone stole her time

As actors

On the wrong stage

With imperfect lines

My dragonfly beats its wings

In vain, so high

I hope I don’t lose my lines

Mother’s wearing old print dresses

Hides those pretty eyes

Always late to pick me up

From the moment she arrives

I look back to see that someone stole her time

Oh Mother wears old silk dresses

And hides those pretty eyes

Always late to pick me up

From the moment she arrives

I look back to see that someone stole her time