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Like Jewels Being Put To Sleep

Standing out in the beautiful Pygmalion
Wearing our purple
Baseball caps- and the atmosphere as blue
As an egg shell over
Where she does: across the student parking
Lot, the kaleidoscope of a truant’s
Memory dances,
And the children skip on home, laughing
With tongues cerulean:
And I swear amongst them: that I have seen
An airplane, like an angel,
But I am left with only so many words to
Describe her- and very soon even those few
Things will evaporate
And the yard will quiet like jewels being put
To sleep- but I have no memory of
What she does after that.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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