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The March


When the march
Of joy and wonder began,
I felt an ache so sudden,
So strong my eyes became
An instant ocean.
They saw things, these eyes,
Long forgotten
And the more I stared,
The farther back I went.
There were sirens and
Flashing blue lights,
Flags and marching soldiers.
Suddenly it became only me
In the middle of
A thousand lumps of smiles.
From the back room
I heard a voice.
Someone inside my mind
Answered so politely,
"Excuse me?"
And then the lumps
Began to speak and I noticed
Laughter. There was Santa,
Firetrucks, and little jeweled
Princesses twirling batons.
The ache remained
As I wondered why
For it was only
The Christmas parade.