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After the Parade

I'll plan the next parade.

By Luisa GilliesPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
After the Parade
Photo by Eddi Aguirre on Unsplash

After the parade I sat

back down and let

the Earth move me around

again – around its axis,

round the sun, and back

and forwards

on the subway – round

the clock and up

and down the

office stairs.

We'd moved the Earth

a little, by an

inch – it had expanded

in our heat – and so I

let my body

loosen – just an

inch – to fill the

ground we made.

And just as I

was starting to feel


a stranger spat on me.

He let me

know – reminded me –

that I'm not

welcome here. Reminded

me to stand

back up and plan

the next parade.

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About the Creator

Luisa Gillies

Hi! I'm Luisa.

I write short stories and poetry.

I'm really keen to hear feedback on my work, so please feel free to share your thoughts!

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  • Delwin Marrero11 months ago

    This poem is so beautiful yet so heartbreaking. A reminder that, as a country, we still have so much work to do.

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