Adornment
I’d put the gems on in layers,
an ancient warrior preparing for battle.
Blue Topaz rings, one on each finger.
My arms, encircled with ornaments.
Protected by brilliant stones-
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Seasons change slowly in the Nevada mountains,
leaving behind memories like frail tumbleweed.
Dreams pass as fragments in a winter-wind,
and tumbleweed blowing in the valley
YOU can write a Pantoum
“I sense slight movements near the Willow tree.”
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