day at the races

these people

(with their iced lemonades

and polyester-woven shirts)

all look

like they’re having a really good time.

crack like glass

i see the world in her glasses
a fleeting white glimmer
waving to the breeze of cars whirring by
watching the reflection of the world
still spinning

i see her eyes working churning
searching and searching and searching
for the fracture (in those windows
to something that nobody but those cars outside
would understand) some breaking point
so those tears could escape their snowy prison
white like her marshmallow cheeks
so she could cry oh god she cried she cried
and she cried and so did i

i see a heart molding in some
stygian pits cracked like glass
bleeding and bleeding
and nobody cares there’s just those
eyes that know the past and want to forget it
snow globes full of mystery
beholding the whirlwind of love
(and a silky green ribbon)

i see her world through my eyes
deep and wide
alive soft pale blue
with nothing but clouds and open sky
as she takes to flight spreading wings to the sun
circling a broken tower leaning toward the dawn
as she bathes the world in a soothing wash of light
forever light
and clouds and clouds and sky and clouds
glowing clouds rising clouds erupting clouds
and applause
and something beautiful
rising rising light forever.