Saturday, May 23, 2009

CRIMSON POP

a red
balloon
aloft
pops

smithereens
of plastic
shards
play tag
against
the clouds

you grin
a big
wide
open
sky
smile

as crim/
son
shreds
float
soft
in
sweet
slow
plops
of sound

then
descend
like
sprinkled
candy
to
verdant
solid
ground.

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