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Sparklers

I felt inspired to share one of my poems with you today. Enjoy šŸ™‚

 

Sparklers

They strike the first match

mouth champagned breath

onto our silver bodies

traceĀ their initials

with our crackling

illumination. Our necks unravel

into ash. We crumble

in the same direction.

We are buildingĀ golden nests

for a flockĀ who will not arrive.

We are so dizzy

from all this spinning.

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