No Beans


Beans escape from
Bursting bag to tumble 
Waterfalling down the cascade
Flows from hand to plate to floor to bouncing
Mass of crunching underfoot.  Lie quiet, pebbles.


Glass escapes from
Panicked grasp for handles
Gone the crystal slipping graceful
Arc anticipating impact burst of
Sunlight razor splinters.  Be still, shattered diamonds.


Words escape from
Mind to mouth to air too
Fast the darts fly swiftly hit their
Target startled eyes accusing hurtful 
Venom stinging silence gathers.  Die, broken thoughts.

Let me sweep them up, pretend they never happened.

Copyright © 2003, 2004 David W. Strauss

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