In Boxes and Feathers

Chains of green and gold
Sit upon fresh locks
Hanging on by some miracle
Of youth.

Cries to the sky
And to the ground
Crocodile tears and
Rational fears.

Troubled bubbles
Fixed by the hug machine that goes
Glug-a-glug
Until you can’t breathe.

Coats put on
Upside down and
Carrying nothing
But wanting to.

Visions of a fire raging
And the man killed in the pool
Not knowing
That one day they would change your life.

Dreams caught in feathers
Wishes in boxes
And in birthday candles
Hanging on by some mystery
Of youth.

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