I have a sudden interest in weaving very condensed story lines/episodes into poem. Ballroom & Parade.
In "Parade" I am seeing the destruction of lives by meth, destruction of communities and local economies by the abuses in our only now matters financial/corporate systems and the ever present threats to the environment.
On a small trout river I was passsed by racing jet boats and airboats. Yes, Everglades boats. Deafening.
In town everyone gets to burn out on main with prizes and concessions. More noise. More contaminant.
Bonita (beautiful) is a composite being based in the terrible reality of the lost lives you see on the streets across Montana.
Things will never be the same in their lives in the destruction of their childhoods and young adulthoods by what is a true epidemic.
JP
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