Nine Things Wheel Said

Wheel sits in the small wood by the north wall for ten days and nights.

At the end of the first day, he swallows a sip of water and says: “My mother was there.”

As the second day fades, he says: “There was a bright light.”

On the third day, he takes a bite of bread: “The most selfish thing you can do is tell people what they want to hear.”

“Art is how we talk to the gods”: a benediction for the fourth day.

“We were young again,” he mumbles at the close of the fifth.

On the sixth day, at dusk, he stands and shouts: “I prefer poetry to scripture.” Broken-hearted, a crow sings in the Redbuds.

On the seventh he can barely sit up. “It was you, but it wasn’t you.”

Day eight: “Remember that time at the lake?”

On the ninth day he makes no sound.

On the final day, as the thief moon flees: “It all seemed so real.”

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