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Tuesday, April 10, 2012
 
THREE JEWELS

Blossoms spiral,
dance past dusk-dimmed windows—
spring’s downward promise.
Lights flash at the neighbors’.
S.W.A.T. team enters, guns drawn.

On the dark grass,
white petals glisten—wet—
sparkle like three jewels.
A dog barks, frantic.
You’ll frighten the children!