A thousand diamonds glitter
on obsidian Coco Chanel
would have been proud of,
stretching ahead into the stream
of mustard yellow streetlight
flickering in the blast
of Mother Nature’s breath
yelling silently “Enjoy the rain
tomorrow it will be ice
and snow!”,
coating the world
in ivory marshmallow
until the shoots of Spring
wrestle a foothold
between the cracks
of the sidewalk
where I walk.
ml’25
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