Shall I grow daisies or delphinium
At the door, or would you prefer flowers
Carefully cut and drinking from a vase?
A hundred seashells from a dozen seas
Adorn the steps. I have captured the sun
In a jar, snuff it out if you desire
Darkness. Shall I show you all that shimmers?
A hoard of gold and silver, mere marbles
But I will stretch them to a braided band
If ever you should wish to wear a crown.
The wind like the fluttering of feathers
Chills me for a moment, you disappear.
Plastic milk caps, glinting foil, copper coins—
I was a fool to hope you could be fooled.
To me, this speaks of hope and anguish. Beautiful.
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