Sparkle
At the edge--
spotted stones
and roiling kelp.
The day facets me in its diamond.
Wind-chimes are silent,
Buddha’s stone head bows.
A gap in the fence could tell--
mouth opens,
closes on a dahlia,
on a rosebush stripped to thorns.
A beheaded sunflower stem
holds a hummingbird’s silhouette.
Bees comb and primp the blonde sky.
Waves fall down--
spotted stones
and roiling kelp.
Shadows slink and slip
with the earth’s music.
With a mouth full of stones, I sing.
Local Poets, Local Inspiration
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