Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Toy Smoke

Suffer not in vain
The train will come rushing in
Humming toy smoke – a gold ray
The clink of a gumball machine ring
Lifting a white veil, blink through tears
Lifting
through bloody sheet stains
A magnificent trail of laughter
Reflected in shade soaked lily pads
Cool breathing, child sighs
little thighs

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