Monday, July 6, 2015

Rolling: Short Piece


Rolling

By Armando Ortiz


A ball bounced and floated like a soap bubble,

yellow as the bright sun was the tumbling sphere,

along a path it randomly made on the golden grass,


Behind it was a child of three that trailed behind,

zigzagging with every fragile step and ecstatic laughter

moving like the tumbleweed that rolls along the desert wild.


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