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.
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