Day five.
early wonder purple sprouts
sparkled gems of glass eclipsed like
little marvels; sunrise bumblebees
a hollow crown atop the ruby queen.
the blue-curled painted mountain is
a fringed mix of bull's blood,
mammoth melting sugar snow,
and acres, just acres of gold
We half long for nighttime.
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