Friday, January 1, 2016

A Confetti Ice Cube

A party in a button. A frozen thrill. A snapshot of the Roaring 20's. A window looking into the heydays of speakeasies and supper clubs. A petrified celebration. A paralyzed minute. A slab of champagne. When I look at this Bakelite square I see one of Jay Gatsby's infamous soirées. A fossilized eruption. A preserved hubbub. A time capsule of heady excess. A flapper's objectified hiccup. A solidified laugh. A downpour of halted glitter. A leftover dream. It's all here in this old keepsake. Happy New Year!

-Sherbert McGee     

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