Appeal for the Faint-Hearted
I read it in a poem,
and again in a book in the eighth grade,
that nothing gold can stay.
It must be true then.
Your shimmering face
is all too fleeting,
settling in a mound of ash
when you turn your back,
hands tucked between your knees,
as though in prayer for the others
who are too afraid to raise their faces
and kiss the feathers
as they float down from the sky.
Brittany Good is a graduate of Emerson
College's Writing, Literature and Publishing department and
currently works as an editorial assistant for Antiques and Fine
Art Magazine in Boston.