First, brown
then white glazed with blue
then yellow sprinkled with green
then brown dipped in orange
then white again, but glazed with purple and pink.
Its taller than the towers, colder than winter
apparently funnier than the clowns and more painful than the stones
and more famous than the actors, more loved than retrievers
he bites it with his front teeth and stays frozen for moments
and then
a cackle emerges from his belly as the van with the bell drives away
his colourful teeth shine in the light as he beams
and his friends and he, they do it again it seems.
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Reverie
PoetryReverie. A state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts. A daydream.