Les yeux d’un enfant

A belated poem for Tre’s return

Himanshu Singh Gurjar

Behold!
Beauty. Two
Scoops, covered with
Sprinkles. Tasteless bits of
Confectionary bliss, like a rainbow
Cut into a thousand little pieces.

You scream, I scream, we scream
To have our voices heard
Above the unending chatter,
Wondering what makes
An idea
Pop!