Sparkling

I watched the paper soak up the ink as it blotched in breast strokes across the page... suddenly I was street bound in hand signals legs, pinned to the pavement as July scrolled by in reverse and a name scrawled across the wheat covered hills... A single day took it's light from the crayon colored buildings and the laughter rang from a beautiful city where the call of seagulls brushed it's wings against my cheek like friends embraced, arm in arm, our hopes, crushed long before infancy. I plucked a locus from my eye as petals of golden Roses littered the street like pieces of shattered poetry.