Tuesday, January 12, 2010

kaleidoscope, a poem

Meeting her was like
Looking into a kaleidoscope
So many colors and shapes
All in one
Ever transforming
It’s hard to keep up
Sometimes you think you recognize a pattern
But things shift again
And you realize that swirling
And whirling and tumbling
Of pink to blue and green to gold and white
Is going too fast
And you have to put it down
And walk away

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