The bottled tempest and ribbon reward are today's eclipse and rain storm,
Treasures of childhood wonder.
The glossy surface on the gymnasium floor and it's defining squeaks and squeals go ignored.
Impossible to hear the simple things over the busy buzz, left and right from one flower that catches the eye to the next.
They sound like the river falling over edge onto rocks, impossible to decipher but
Loud, constant, real.
My jar of oil and water, food dye and optimism that meant so much
Turned into the kind of nothing that motivates garage sales in the summer.
Unimportant, irrelevant, uninteresting.
They call it "Honorable Mention".
~ By Stevie Khadan~
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