SUN
Look out the sparkling glass that shines
Windows of sunlight surging in.
Rainbow prisms rebound off sitting room walls, and
Mirror reflects, keeping pampas grass alive, indoors.
Quail-decorated window in ceiling brings warmth, more light.
I walk to the next room; birds settled outside on ocotillo, resting.
Sun rays caress my head, sprouting as a seed,
Unfolding into perfection of timing, growth.
I remind myself to slow down. Trust.
I KNOW
No one knows that I know
what they’re thinking.
I see their stares, fingers pointing
as I look out from the storefront.
I hear their guffaws, knee slaps.
They don’t care for my glitter glasses,
shell clothes, my bony arms and hands.
There they are, staring again.
I stare right back. Come closer!
Ahh … what can I do?
I’m stuck here in this black wicker chair.
They don’t know what I know.
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