Sunday, June 28, 2009

From a Jar of Air

Marbles and bells
time worn

Listen and feel
how they travel along the crease
to iron the fabric left by hunger
by war and irreverence

Magic to air and land
dirty and dented hope
tumbled and warn
with tint of frolic and peace

Gather a treasure
from one small boy’s pocket
then listen any Sunday

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