shards
I feared you, lying undiscovered in the weeds
like a crystal bauble
so easy to overlook
so easy to break
unnecessarily beautiful, fragile, and sharp
weeds, like so many faces forgotten already
rustle like wind chime
glass wind chimes
they feel ochre, like the sun
auburn as hair in the wind
fields burn for my desperation
smoke as silk as skin
as grass dies to ash, dies for Me
I bring the ashes to my face, and weep over your shards as they pierce my eyes
Return to the others.