into a kaleidoscope
of running colors that danced
on broken glass through
every pass.

I let my pieces fall
into a mosaic
of cut tiles that fit together
swirling like a painting,
a work of art I was creating.

I let my pieces fall
like raindrops
from a cloud. And built
a rainbow over the sky
a hundred stories high.

I let my pieces fall
into a garden
and watered the harden
earth. And birthed a bed of
roses with little turn-up noses.