the piñata burst.
dumped the sweets
on the patchy summer lawn.
lay there. untouched.
growing stale day by day.
the gay wrappers faded.
the red turned to orange.
the green went to yellow.
all the blue was gone.
and I could never get them
back inside the broken shell,
no matter how I tried
to heal the tissue
once it was torn and frayed.
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