Laughter Roams

My face, pushed hard against the glass. So near to the exploding life beyond the veins of lead. Every now and then, the sun smiles and crystals shine between us. Everyone, in contagious colored clothing permanent cracks, padlocked to their jaw. Every year, when the light is greedy I am left predicting your arrival. As if, from some humid mist you'll waltz across the thirsty glades. Kiss my skin the sun embraced. Yet every year, eyes braced to life outside. Laughter roams the street, I cry.