Sweet Little Nothings

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The bubbles turned the backyard into a summer wonderland,
sidewalk chalk, the fence into a graffiti canvas,
into games of Hangman & Tic-Tac-Toe.
There were balloon water bombs,
& whipped cream & silly string out of a can.
A kite was for paper doll rides,
a bucket, for suds built on the air conditioner,
only to be blown away like snow flurries.
Plastic eggs were for found poems & clues,
beans & pasta shapes for making mosaics.
The world on the screen became smaller—
almost as insignificant as a distant star,
while the world outside became as big as the sun.


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