sparkle
a piece of glitter
from some long ago project
stuck to my sweater
sorry
yes you are sorry
you’re the sorriest sorry
to ever sorry
towers
above the treeline
a prison that she cannot leave
the help she rejects
docks
sail boats like wind chimes
a song played on gentle waves
a nap by the dock
peaks
for floating islands
beat in spoonfuls of sugar
make stiff shiny peaks
generations
arbitrary dates
where are you in the time span
a further divide