what are we
if not jewels
little faceted gems, shining dully in the sunlight
grubby precious delights
stoned by rushes
of water wear
water tear
like a tear-us-down
like a tear-up-now
worn at the edges
all of the boring rivers
and the boring earth
were trying to wash us away
but we're
bedazzled
and through the skin haze
you can see our glow-worth
like old patinad coinage
in some boring blue fountain
