PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Crank the music box one more time
and stare, transfixed, at the ballerinas as they spin
round-n-round
while you run fingers through your hair
and pull
just a little tighter

now. Let's run

to the stage because we're late for our queue
and now were going to have to wing it,
but we'll do fine
(we always do). 
Since the world seems to have fallen into our hands,
which makes it all to easy to smear it on the canvas
of the mind  (or maybe just cloth,
There is no difference really)
as it mixes,  
(mingles?)
among the crowd it has been chucked into
along with my necklace
(That I still hold dear)
and that ring I lost a year ago
but stumbled upon last Wednesday
after I placed the ballerina in your hand
and let the music box wind
d
  o
    w
      n.