age, maybe it was
the stained glass
in church, but
colored glass caught
your eye,
your heart
and imagination, you've
never gotten
over it, you think,
as you stare at the kitchen sill,
where you've set green
bowls, and indigo
glasses out
to catch the light.
an orange bird, like a jewel
hanging from the latch.
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