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.
Copyright © Robin Burnett | Year Posted 2014
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