arms resting soft
on folded legs
You say you have to leave
you walk with big broken pieces of night sky stars
shattered gears and torn fabric
right through town while the sun shines
the common sit and read papers
taken back by the spectacle
they smile with us all
wink with hope
gesture a coffee cup toast
scent of fresh cut Spring grass cutting through
Defying the book
you float right through space
no suit, no burn
no pain
hands out to catch the wake of an emerald red planet
like the child you once were scooping air from outside the car window
Over and over again
your face comes through the shutter box
your eyes blink
completing the circuit
the house walls rattle..glasses chime..
thunder
your eyes
double exposed over every memory
your eyes
displaying the end war
holding the hope of a young child near
hands
gripping the plight of the world
forcefully, the dark and dire
are crushed into little powdered pieces
fluttering away, terrified
into the wind
inciting a riptide pull
Fireflies swarm back into the box
closing
you engage the hasp
holding
heart glowing the deepest blue
you sit and listen
arms resting soft
on folded legs
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