About the Ending
It’s all about the ending,
how the thing turns out,
how it lowers itself to the sidewalk
and sits, permanent as history,
a three-ton Buddha in the middle
of Central Square.
I detest unhappy endings,
even more so, meaningless ones,
so I make up my own.
This hurting creature heals
with help from terrorists-
turned-heroes, that poor village
restored by ironic justice.
Three lost climbers find direction
from the sun, the children’s dog
was only in the bushes, and a heart,
on the once-dead monitor.
You’re cured, ma’am.
You can go home now.
Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt
Copyright July 19, 2012