Your words pile
O
n each other
Like billions of bubbles.

Their soapy sheen fills the room
With a rainbow of colors,
Dazzling your audience as they shine.

Listeners reach out to touch
These magical,
S
parkling spheres,

Wanting to
T
ake them home,
To study them and understand.

But they pop
Y
our precious ideas,
And anxious,

Grasping fingers
Now s
ticky
With evidence of their crime

Are shoved
I
n deep pockets
Of common sense,

Where they nervously jingle
Keys to places they know
And now are content to stay.