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<eventtime>2012-04-20 23:09:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2012-04-21 03:09:20</logtime>
<subject>Hidden Parade</subject>
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by Emmit Other We wander the East Village (Atlanta not the Apple) We failed to arrive on time And wandered Two vagabonds of whistfulness Exploring new parts of the city By steed And by foot And not caring because we are in love. There is supposed to be a parade somewhere But we're not sure where Wandering the streets Enjoying the moment Sunset comes And just out of the corner of my eye I spot a tiny ball of fire Wishing Lanterns Carrying their hopes Rising to the skies. Far in the lead One soars up and does not stop For anything Followed in fits and starts Twos or threes Unsure when they're done Until the last floats upward Unsure But still determined Just above the tree line Until it too Carries its wonder into the darkness. We are pleased And work our way on streets Tis way or that When the world's smallest parade Two technicolor festive spring bands And a single panoply of choreographed umbrellas Bedecked on either side With hanging jewels of lantern light It is small But glorious Talented and gleeful They enter the park. Our wanderings have been rewarded That no one but those in the parade And us seem to see A seed of course Certain to grow larger in years to come. We are in love And share a secret moment. The parade goes into the park And we go home But a part of us And a part of them Will always dance beneath the stars And the wishing lanterns. Today was a good day.
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