Titanic

I’ve decided 
not to look for metaphors
anymore

even when they’re obvious.
Instead, I choose
to be conscious of the things

that pass
before my eyes and ears.
Such as

the moon rising beside a tree
as I walked 
and took a seat at the musical 

the opening number 
of which moved me so much 
I cried

completely, long before 
the catastrophe 
that wasn’t yet part of the story.
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By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher