Thursday, April 2, 2015

capricious

An iridescent, effervescent globe
hovers in ethereal splendor.
Tiny groping tentacles
sticky with sugar and hope
stretch towards shimmering wonder.
Gleeful giggles abound
in the capricious joy
of toddler destruction
then turn to melancholy moans
at the tearful, fearful disruption
of fantastical floating froth.
A wave of a wand by the conductor
and the silly symphony recommences.
Bubble,
giggle,
pop,
wail,
bubble,
giggle,
pop,
wail,
bubble,
giggle,
pop.
Rehearsal for the life to come.

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