To D----

John Edward Smith Jr.

The air about your body
is a multi-colored rainbow
prism of glass;
a glimmering, shimmering pool
of emerald and gold, sky blue
and blood red; arcing unbelievably
in thin, piercing strokes, sparking
against your skin in hot, gentle waves
and dropping light to the floor
in a spray of fading life.



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