August 9, 2016
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Pastel purples
Laid across chalk blue lines,
Suspended in white nothingness,
But perfectly designed.


Dotted with soft hickory,
But speckled in pale coral
That floats above a mantelpiece
Of nothingness.


Puffy clouds give lazy silence
To bright and airy space —
Not so much a room, not a scene,
But an open, blank slate.


Reserved for quiet sun dances
And childish skipping,
Echoed with laughter and kisses
And butterscotch smiling.


A nothingness for all things fuzzy,
Where tiny feet bounce on cotton balls,
And nothing amounts to everything,
Because peace,
My friend,
Is never really nothing,
After all.

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