blue ribbon
strewn across the sidewalk
there’s a blue ribbon
tied to my right wrist,
lifting my hand, pulling me up
higher, higher,
but my feet remain planted on the ground
one hand on the pen,
replaced by a keyboard,
evolved into a mic. and a beat;
ba-bump,
ba-bump, ba-bump
and words flow over them
like a river of crystal shards
piercing through the fabric of time
the fabric
of a blue ribbon,
tied in a tattered bow at one end
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