I wanted to tell you about the jeweled orbs
the juice
the sticky nectarine feast
the sangria sky

I wanted to sing you a song
of cold deep plunge
swimming in the spring stars
the shivering
the floating like flying

I wanted to bring you
a pink and purple and yellow bouquet
show you my parade
give you my surplus

but I was stuck in traffic
with news of war and injustice
the usual degradations
so I come to you reduced
a sad shadow
requesting a cold beer
and the darkest corner

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