Hazy Acres

Carry this thing

Up there

Over it 

Down a ways 

Before it tangles 

Again

Wrapped all around 

One way 

Now the other 

How it lands 

Before it hits

The sticks 

Playing softly in a mold 

Broken up 

Glass shattered 

In the sand 

As you walk 

Talking 

Looking around 

Waiting 

For nothing 

In a frame 

You are there

With a moment 

And another 

Still present 

Breathing 

Another thought 

Disappears