Tuesday, December 7, 2010

blue

made of glass
made from sand
their smooth and shiny forms
picked up the sun
and threw blue fragments of light
across the room
on the bed
and the walls
from the bureau
where they stood
and watched her everyday routine.
they watched her tie her shoes
and brush her hair
style it, just so
and wrap herself in pink.
they watched and remembered her-
my grandmother's birds.

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