Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Cleanliness

Inside the glass walls
of dreams,
the children linger.
They watch blown bubbles
drift away,
turning purple as they do
when the sun hits so perfectly.
Nothing fills the air
inside that dream scape,
except silence.
And dish soap.


He spoke out.
Then shut up.
Then thought about it. All. For a while.
Needed some time to decide
just what it was, that he said,
that changed the state of the universe.



She was trapped in a constant memory,
that flash flooded before her closed eyes.
So she kept them open.
She much preferred the newness of the world,
to the heartaches of the past.

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