In the bottle
Colored candy concoctions
Fill all the way to the rim
Near to the point of overflow
I laugh as a pour myself a handful
Of pastel sugar beads
Savoring the indescribable flavor
Then something quite shocking occurs
The fragile bottle
With glass the color of the sky
Shatters on the hard ebony floor
All the tiny light colored, chocolate spheres
Spread around the ground
Making the dark hardwood alive with color
I lose myself as I stare into the bright spectrum
Then my eyes catch a fragment of shattered blue glass
Snapping me back to reality
I have to clean it up don't I?
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Looking Out The Window
ПоэзияTrapped inside a sad lonely building, I let curiosity consume me. I look out the window. Outside the window many things happen, some of those things are beautiful, others not so much.
