A Glass Bubble
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His childhood, calm, unlike a corrida
Entirely, (much more like a mountain lake),
Was like lagoon waves lapping Florida
Marina shores. The peacetime years awake
With orange blossoms, night-time cereus
(Selenicereus) in bloom, and palms
Along the summer sands (like serious
Well-wishers) used each breeze to make frond psalms.
It was if he were inside a sphere
With liquid, holding little waiting flakes,
To make a snowless, stormless scene all clear
Of worries, childhood lacking winter aches.
The only snowiness in boyhood years
