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 her squeezed 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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