Last summer, while in New York City for a few days, I came
upon this curiosity just outside of Central Park.
It isn’t odd to encounter trash and castoffs on the streets; but this piece piqued my interest enough that I captured it on my phone with the idea that I might write about it someday.
What happened? Was it ripped off in disgust after an
insufferable day at the office? Or part of a school uniform, removed in
defiance? Was it torn from its wearer’s neck in a fit of passion? Or the only
remnant of an alien abduction? Maybe it simply slipped from the owner’s loose
grasp and there is no story here other than a lack of awareness. Or maybe...
I paused to gaze upon the moon,
Its glow was none I’d seen.
A force so strong it made me swoon.
Was filling up the scene.
I felt a clutch around my neck,
And loosened up my tie.
I blinked my eyes to double check;
What was that in the sky?
The brightness left me paralyzed,
My knees were locked in fright.
Too late it was I realized,
A fiery meteorite:
And now no proof that I was present,
Except this knotted accoutrement.
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