Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken

By Danyle McGuire

Midnight, and the water’s still warm.
The tent sits pitched beneath a clear, starry night, red and white stripes, all the lights are shimmering.

The moonlight shines on the surface, reflecting all the hours before. In the quiet, you can hear the crashing waves along the ocean shore.

With a crack of the loudspeaker, the ringleader is announced. You can hear a lion roar in the background, followed by cymbals crashing and then applause.

The sand is damp and cool beneath bare feet.
The wind smells of popcorn and fountain drinks.

A dark sky carries a calm that covers-up the chaos the nighttime hides:
all the fish swimming, turtles coming ashore to lay eggs, a hungry seagull circling, once in a while crying out.

Little girls in dresses and ringlets, and little boys in bow ties.

Like a hand reaching out desperately, waves grasp the last of the sandcastles;
collapsing, melting into the sea.

suddenly a pin-drop of silence as the crowd held its breath in suspense.

THE END

Awake on Mars

By Danyle McGuire

I question if the moon forgot about us,

He pushed us away so forcefully,

throwing his dark clothes,

& his wallet of dirty money

I never slept the same again

Dreaming of gemstones on mars,

the universe kept my mind vacant,

sinking like rocks, flooding over the forests

in the morning, silence, all around, not a chirp to be found.

In the afternoon, I fell and rose as if in air, sweeping me up with a weightless hope

Only by the night, I had appeared no more than any times before, into something worse. 

THE END

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