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soapsuds :: carl sandburg

by on October 29, 2016

Blue and amber lay in the soapsuds.
Silver crossed pearl in the bubbles.
Her beautiful hands ran in a ritual.
The water jewels cried with rainbows.
She was preparing to meet someone.
The high morning sun struck the foam.
Seven circles of the moon gave answers.


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