Sorry Story

There is a kind of
incongruity
between the live image

and the merely well-worn.
I’ve long loved
a life lived incommunicado,

as if reticence solved
the problem
of communication.

The enemy is on
the television,
cheering. We’ve seen

this story before.
That’s why lyric
narrative is the ideal form.

Pleasant to know
someone insists
on beginning middle and end

and no more. Lucid speech.
Like a flag
waving in the distance.