Kaleidoscope

a child’s dream, we, rich
and imaginative,
culminate like shards
inside a kaleidoscope
breaking into millions
of colorful beaded
islands reflecting some
new thought we wanted.
a place to paint our faces,
to twist our fingers
in the grass like
the hair of lovers
buried and gone.
until it rattles in warning
like the tail of fevered snake
and the light turns to the red
flesh of an open palm.
we scream – a tiny collective
sound inside the tube of
the true nightmare
in which we ourselves
are trapped
and looked upon
by a large and
wrathful eye.

©️Audrey Rosengreen, 2018

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