I've loved bright sun on homely surfaces
Since almost before I knew what it was,Guiltless illumination of design.
Here the fragmentary flakes and dust motes
Lit up like pyrite or actual gold
Across the lovely pale sea-foam colored
Flatlands of polycarbonate tables
In a hick town fast-food chain restaurant
In the depths of desultory winter
Glow to show how fire can kiss mind. Cousin!
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