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09-15-2016, 09:05 AM
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mirror pond.
Glassy eyes—mirror ponds reflecting the sky Controlled breathing—breezing—billowing by Her hand in his, soft whispered advice A cry fills the room, life blooms from inside Time spins ahead—a red Big Wheel to ride There's ladders to climb, backwards down slides Sidewalk chalked pieces, Matisse’s alive Those firefly flickering Fourth of Julys Sparks in the night: the chemicals inflame— Basement cigarettes, the girl with the bangs Boy becomes man, brain still the same Rusted ruby Wrangler, Pollockian oil stains Swore to never change . . . until he found the One Stock market slides, corporate ladder rungs Glass ceilings above the art of his son— Reflect all the things he wished he had done His hand in hers, words whispered at night Labored breathing—ceasing—simple goodbye Glassy eyes—mirror ponds reflecting the sky All along the mirror pond reflecting the sky. Last edited by Cimmerian; 09-15-2016 at 07:39 PM. |
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