we are girls again
and the great golden opal mixes color
onto our faces
pink and freckled.
the glittering quartz twins each visage
as we traipse each curve
"the design in our stars is the same in our hearts."
tiny feet stamping in boots made for a man.
in the garden the tomatoes are green
and the zucchini grows fast
and long with authority.
did you see the flowers?
they are growing without rumination
and all the consideration.
thriving in our backyards,
and beside the stream
where the schoolchildren shared their first kiss,
like cakes rising, sweet and moist.
the process is the pleasure
and the frosting spins like a rose.
what do the mountains make you think of?