my cobalt skies smell moist

the wet sun is gold lamé

lapis lazuli liquifies

Tiffany’s and Fabergé

diamonds fall in dollop drops

from sunshower opal necklaces

sexy splashing sapphires

manufacture

mercury muddled

quick silver puddled

oily parking lot pools

at my feet

variegated golden rings

branch out

beautifully, infinitely

concentric—

I see myself

standing

barefoot

at the edge of

emerald green grass

in priceless

ruby reflections

I smile

soaked and

bejeweled