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


mercury muddled

quick silver puddled

oily parking lot pools

at my feet


variegated golden rings

branch out

beautifully, infinitely


I see myself



at the edge of

emerald green grass

in priceless

ruby reflections


I smile

soaked and


About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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