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I.
A still snow-globe is my city.
A constant summer — the warm water of the sea
Settles on the walls, on my skin, on my toes suspended
From the windowsill.

II.
Snow-globes stay still
Glycerine freezes time and seasons — summer stays today
Summer yesterday and I tell everyone,
Summer tomorrow.

III.
When snow-globes shake, glitter moves.
When my city shakes, glitter falls –smoke studs gems of dew
On ridged blades of grass. Ridges scrape the scalp
Of earth — petrichor,
coarse glitter.

IV.
I stay still and moving.
I pivot on my heel.
I fan racquets in my snow-globe
And glitter sieves across the tennis net.
I watch her smooth movement in
Glycerine, she floats in our city like a treasure box lost at sea
That only I can see.

V.
At dusk, we will settle and swim to our shells.
At dawn, I hope for dry rain and dew — I hope for the cool of chills
But I wait to be buried under the film of glitter, her and I.