My Granddaughter’s Thoughts When She Concentrates

Some arrive with soft wing flaps
alighting on her ivory cheek,

some are shadows by her mouth
that creep to where she bites her lip.

Others hide behind eyelids
and wait for blinking to escape.

Then the moment when her thoughts
ignite like Chinese fireworks—

imagination trailing sparks,
fired in her radiant smile

and scattered like a teacup full
of rubies and some star sapphires.





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