I See, You Saw
Sierra July
In park center
sits a scale red & blue.
Some might assume
that they were seeing
See-saw, lonely,
devoid of purpose
As gaggles of
giggling children pass
It lies, invisible
to them ‘til
They age enough to
see it, tipping
Under the weight
of grown ambitions,
Against one
another, deciding
Which way to tilt.
Who should get success?
Who should fall on
their rears, scrapped, bleeding?
On rare chance,
when the wind billows just.
It balances and
both parties win.
Poet’s Notes: This is an abstract piece playing with
the image of the scale of justice. Watching a show with lawyers made me think
of how evidence stacks for or against someone until the scale tips. I thought
it’s similar to life itself and all of the small and large things, good and
bad, that affect our lives.
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