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Head Over Heels

Head over heels, I fell in love
With a pothole.
Twirling through the air in total weightlessness,
Spinning out of control, skateboard watching from the sidelines
Until Crack! Head first onto the pavement.
And my whole world 
Shatters. Mind to tattered
Remnants of Question 
Marks along my back and neck.
Spackled lights glittering
Images fluttering, color
Ricocheting through my brain
Thought stained.
And suddenly, 1 plus 1 equals sidewalk.

A minute saunters by
And 2 black eyes peel open 
To a faint outline of curves.
A polka dotted yellow dress,
Brunette hair falling beside her shoulders,
Green blue eyes set aflame: 
There were galaxies inside her.

And in that timeless moment, 
Gravity ceased to exist,
Golden leaves hung in midair,
Suspended rays of orange sunlight stood, motionless
Framed by the blossom of clouds in the background. 
And she stared into me with a mixture
Of concern and compassion.

And in that timeless moment,
I thanked the pavement, I thanked the pothole,
I thanked the lump bulging from my head.
And as sight turned to black, 
And gravity flipped it's switch
I passed backwards into a state of pure bliss.

7/11/2015
Jacob Reinhardt
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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