neon
slithers art deco edges
into greyhound bus familiar
startle
sunsets
from the 12th floor
forgotten with
touch
drop
curl
the purple flowers
were bubbles
in the oxygen of wonder
you heard the aria
before dinner
I was incandescent
marigold
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