Unicornicus Interruptus

A car door slamming

wakes me from my reverie

of unicorns dancing in the rain

to mariachi music

coming from nowhere,

their hooves marking up the ground,

horns briefly touching

when the pattern brings them close,

and then comes that climactic moment,

the passion building

as the solo trumpeter

goes for the high note

and the earth begins to shake . . .

But then someone slams a door

and takes out the unicorns

at the height of terrible beauty.

 

Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper

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