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Rochelle Hope Mehr

Passepied


Obsession will haunt you.
You fear the thing you want.
You want the thing you fear.
You slink back to your old haunt --
A red bandanna,
Blood red disrupting the white light of day.
 
Why can't you stay away,
Let the waters flow gently,
Let the sands nuzzle you into oblivion?
 
Pass, pass, let it all pass,
Let it while itself away.
Pass, pass, like a passepied:
Eloquent and haunting,
Spirited and daunting,
Daunting and passť
 

© 2005 Rochelle Hope Mehr e-mail the author


Originally appeared in The Persistent Mirage,
Issue Number Two (February 28, 2005)