4.3.17

Monday's prompt dealt with writing an elegy ( a poem that mourns the loss of someone or something), and urged writers to include odd little details about the deceased. Mine went on the abstract side of all that.

Elegy

Who were we, once

upon another spring,

wearing smooth masks,

eating chocolate cake

on the city’s roof?

Years were heavy boots

to wear, flights were grounded,

children born. Change,

death’s hippie sister.

Have we become more

or less ourselves? I don’t

remember my mask—whether

I fit it on, or peeled it off.