by Tyrone Graham

Created on: March 22, 2010

A Crying Shame

There were kites floating in the sky,

the green was overgrown with feet

following the distractions strewn about

of a Sunday. No one noticed the child

gazing up at the hole between clouds,

through which poured a golden shaft

of sunlight. No one thought to question

the expression in her expectant eyes,

waiting to see God appear to claim

the world. Light poured down in cascades,

light settled on her eyes and drew tears

before freeing her suspended heart

from amber. Feet followed the distractions

and kites continued to color the sky,

even after the child had started doubting.

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