Kaleidoscope of Regret

She constructs the moment life went awry,

when she tunneled into the kaleidoscope

became obsessed with patterns

colors, pretty pictures, glitter.

Vapor trails of years in a rearview mirror

tracing miles behind, self-knowledge honed too late.

On good days, she dances, sings songs, celebrates.

On bad days, knowledge is not illusory.

It dives in upon her as prey:

talons and beak shredding protective layers

so she is riddled with regret.

 

end 12/2/2016

S. Darlington

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