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Magic planted

down within ten sterling blue toes

jiggling to the beat

of a sunday afternoon.

Alive with silence and nothing

that flows into the subconscious 

of a lonely one

who sighs a cold, regretful breath 

out the window

as a car passes by

playing glass shattering bass.

The driver inside uses the noise

to block out all that is wrong

in the life that owns us so

he closes his eyes

and imagines the girl

with downy black hair.

Laughing and dancing

through shimmering sunlight

flitted with deception 

dazzling eyes of sapphire gold

penetrate the soul of a little boy

-clad in once an angry white

now turned loving black-

hanging off the edge of a fence

waiting for night

to come and consume him.

A flicker of a smile

flashes across his face

reflected in a small pool

of green tinged water

and far away

in a house on a hill

is a girl 

staring out a window

as a car passes by

ignoring her life,

fooling those around her,

and waiting for the end

of the cold hearted

sunday.

-Haley