Blowing bubbles

The sun died and the white half moon
showed itself. With it came very many
honking cars and screeching buses, raising
the pale brown dust from the ground
to the twilight sky. As night fell
a hushed pall of dark brown gloom
descended on black leaves and gray flowers

The morning comes and magic like
the leaves are green,the flowers
orange, and the brown gloom nowhere
to be seen. There is wonder
in the night or a vacuum wielding
Santa. But I like to think
a million children blew
a billion bubbles and washed clean
the sins of their sleeping parents


Posted on October 13, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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