Whole Moments



She made glitter bombs again
cut up ribbon
sequins and rhinestones
mismatched googley eyes
fairy dust from a birthday party
She scoops it up
mischievous smile
irises infused pure light
she gives it back to the wind
running to catch the fall
over and over
I step in, letting the bitter coffee
and FaceBook messages drop
On garbage day
her bombs will glint in the sun
Poplar cotton diffusing derelict
neighborhood beer cans and pie trays
We won’t be home to watch

Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently studying psychology. My odd way of viewing the world either gets me kicked out of parties or invited to them. Jenn McKay

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