the sky

By Annette Marie Hyder

scatters sunshine by the handful today
like a king of old tossing coins
to the populace at large
and those coins float
like liquid candles
on the puddles from the storm
plash-meres that are mirrors
filled with peonies
and i want to look in every one
hold my face so that those
peonies turn to roses
reflecting on my throat remembrances
of darkness swirled with gold

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