the cynic shrinks
joy as the boy
plays not with toy marbles
but small planets in the stardust sand—
delight dripping down his chin—
the universe a pocket
where empty time wrinkles, stilled with hope
and a glitch called Wind
space stretches in a dark parallel pouch
filled with nothing but riches to expend,
a loving touch
the earth turns
and light bends
over the curved
horizon
coloring the sky crimson
pray this night
the critic will kick
himself to extinction
when laughter
echoes beyond mountain walls
hope eternal
by troy cady
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