gift of glitter
to eyes
from thriftstore jewlery
a teasing smile
in a glass box
the cacti bloom
through one-acre
prairies:
this one's just a
floret. i sit and wait
for sunset.
you're all that
glitters, a little
flower. i walk home
on the ridge-line
at moonrise
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