Justin Robbins Poet I do not know?

The Sandbox

Dripping the sounds, 
of endless chatter, 
welcoming madness, 
to calm my cry. 

My state of denial, 
overpowers my shame, 
I'm just a flower, 
picked in a field, 
then blown away. 

See me fly, 
my colored feather, 
landing on a child, 
inside a sand box. 

While he builds his castle, 
and peeks through its windows, 
raining sand, 
that pours out his ears.

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Rex Holiday March 10, 2011 at 9:47 PM Justin, the images are wonderful, and the end is intellectually challenging for me because it makes me think of the carefree life of a child with nothing going on inside its head; empty, but not from ignorance, but rather from a lack of interest to fill it with the cares and worries of the world; free from the "endless chatter" and a "state of denial." Awesome!