poem

Maybe it’s something

that is less than anything

a bauble, dancing on air

a bubble, rainbowed

but only that

This thing, this treasure

that makes me smile

sometimes

wanting

maybe I can have it

sweep out my hand

but I know it will dance

just dance, bob away

as if it were real

But still, I want

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