Spinning – A Poem



Spinning –


The little blue eyed blond girl told

me it made her smile

to see the top spin.

A thousand colors coalescing and mingling

in infinite layers

as it made this little blonde girl grin.

Broader than the Milky Way

with pearls of white undamaged

yet by tooth decay.

Gloriously it stretched across her face and

there was no finer secret to be had in the universe

that day.


by Philip Wardlow 



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