Sarah Capella Smith

An Inconvenience (12th October 2007)

Balloons, why do
They burst, like hearts?
Shrivel up, like death?
Or swallow air like
Shadows swallow light?

Or laugh like you
As though choking on bubbles.
I looked at you like
We were in a film. Motorways
And galloping trains.

The sun: an October opal.
A slice of life reflecting
The window-patterns
Onto the ceiling; I lie cold
And drained as they exit and break.

Your eyes: two stones.
And the clouds don't usually
Look that gray
Unless it's going to rain.
Hard, heavy kissing-rain

Driven through by sighs
And other heartache sounds.
The exsasperated drama
Of a fish out of water.
Run it until the water runs clear.

Tired, sleepy, dreamy:
I retire to the birds.
Our chests
Rise and lower like the tides,
Breathing tomorrows oxygen.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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