I can’t guarantee that the sun
will shine in its arctic summer pose;
those clouds may come unexpectedly through
the pass that used to remain undiscovered.
Now we know a gaping valley exists
to draw cool air into us and exhale
warm, typhoon styling’s into our hairs
and halos, making us tropically embroidered.
Precious ores in the cliffs marking our door
resemble giant dogs for sale by the pound.
Which to select in a display case
muted by whistles and snorts of the sold.
Plucking harmonies with a mineral pick,
tonalities intertwine to play romance’s lick.
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