Crippling

By Rachelle King

Signs causing turbulence of conscience
melt away with rain
from inside this running car.
Portals dropping dews
reveal a silent black
unveil flights of molecules
not intact
evacuating body,
floating hurriedly
through the side door vent.
Each tiny vessel
blossoms: human energy
transforms to star dust nymphs.
Like children
untouched from society's discipline
stomping in puddles
throwing soggy tea leaves.

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