burning rubies hearts and honeycombs
your lips
thoroughbred horses medals at the track
your hands
a rush to nowhere powdered gold
your hair
blue threads of color weaving wings with dew
your eyes
like astral seeds to eternity
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© 2003. Excerpted from the book Wonder Worker by Minerva T. Bloom
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