Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, Pop!
It showed its little face, then ran,
A child unrestrained.
I followed, watched it spin and laugh
And after moment’s revelry,
Plop well-worn on the ground.
I poked the Thought and up it sprang,
Spraying pale reflections
That lay twinkling in its wake.
Their glow passed on to memory,
Earth-nestling shooting stars.
More! I cried, And faster!
And I took Thought’s slender fingers
And I slipped them through my own,
And I begged my Thought to dance a while
To spin and laugh and dance.
Laugh indeed Thought did at me
And winked its little face
And chasséd across the dance floor
Til Thought dissolved to bubbles
Floating off, mere memory
I’ll do it by myself! I cried out
To my fairest friend
So I spun—one, two—
And I laughed—Ha, Ha—
And I coughed up stark reflections
That thumped solid on the ground.
I nudged them with my toe
Lackadaisically they turned
Uninspired teens rolling eyeballs at the man
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