cherry hedges glisten like silver stars
doused in a wet morn dew
dappled shadows strewn throughout
line miles of inviting walks
they sparkle and glitter
like my pink and green sequin
tap and ballerina costumes
worn when my mother's child
shine stimulates and excites me
a deep-rooted atavism kicks in
called to another place and time
filtered memories safe and fine
cows who graze on corners
i no longer casually eat
they were never my filet mignon
hamburger, steak, or meat
my equals, i've learned
now, i gladly greet
something i learned
within time
by diana moreton.
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