Our Crayola Cloud billows toward ceiling,
stained Thanksgiving turkey stencils grasping to keep it earth-bound.
Silence explodes as
fifty bubblegum balls plead with God
to lift the magic mockingbird to His lips………..
TWEET!
Flood of laughter, shrieking, and winged foot-beds squeaking as we
scurry inside our Crayola Cloud and
yank it back to waxed wood security.
Twenty-five doughy pretzels point to the
center of our domed universe.
Fifty bubblegum balls turn once again to God.
God’s grin does all the talking; His disciples have done it again.
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