She leapt up like a rainbow trout:

Stretching to seize that single-breath shimmer of color—

she thought of pink lemonade filled

with gurgling baby smiles,

punctuated by endearing gapped teeth.

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She felt filled with Sweet

She could burst with the Sweetness

Like the juicy pulp of fruit

Squeezed between strong fingers

and the liquid joy would squirt out.

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So often they were lost in Shadow,

That to walk in the Sun was something marvelous and new.

Squinting with newborn baby-bat eyes,

They hungrily drank in the Sun,

Strong and bright;

A little painful at first,

But oh so

Warm.

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Joy stung and welled in the corner of their eyes,

Like little iridescent bubbles, overflowing with a

Strange and wondrous emotion

That their marveling mouths could not name.

-

They tasted the word, the Sun

With these new pink tongues;

And they found laughs hiding in their throats:

Beautifully hatching, the laughs would flutter out

to catch the color of the Sun

on their warm wings.


I wanted to write about something joyful and uplifting for a change.