Thursday, February 06, 2014


I was out for an instant within a thin, loving bubble
that'd bubbled up from thick, tuneless music. As it rollicked
on chilled currents, I rolled back my rolled-back eyes
to drink the frothy white, and I saw. The tipped light
shades, their linen screens tipping more still, saluted
me, and the bubble passing by. Not meaning to
is still a sort of meaning, and out of sorts their tilting
served to illumine something, despite themselves. The night
spot-brightened by their gaze taught me nothing, but
I learned a bubble could grow and love to be within me

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