dross

peace
leaves behind
feathers and sequins floating in the air,
laying on the ground
my feet are sore from dancing

Sparkly

an endless stock of crinkly night
crackling overlays fluttering backward
forward
transposed, transparent, one on the other
moving over time, around time, because of time
and time moves stars in the endless night

For the record, I did write a poem yesterday but I didn’t publish it.