Juliette's Birthday

Ruffled-tuft rumble-rattle,
With red ribbon ‘round his neck,
Sandpaper-tongued the back
of my hand with the sleepy
persistence of shadows sneaking
Across a spotless floor.

Apathetic windows, cocooned
so deep in gloss-white they
regret ever opening, framed
blue sky rusting in the rain,
Where a waterlogged sun rode heavy
on the horizon like a burdened ship.

Outside, under the last azalea,
Translucent wax-paper crinkle-secrets
peeked over her shoulder, unwrapping
sugar cookies to the tune
Of “Twinkle-Twinkle”,
While the grown-up stars watched
from their frozen far-away
bedroom windows.

The End

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