Struggling with Bundles
February 7, 2012 § Leave a comment
Struggling with bundles and falling bags,
He walked along the dirt path,
Following in the wake of the amateur stunt doubles.
Their practical jokes had caught him off guard,
Causing him to behave strangely in a chatty sort of way.
Now he stared up at the funnel-shaped windows.
He seemed to hear the vibrations of purple heartbeats, far away.
Questioning his ears, he wore a weak, bewildered smile,
Which he attempted to bestow upon the silent rosy faces
Whose blue eyes looked everywhere except at him.