Diamonds
yes, I do
I squint through
the same drop
as you
and see it
the same as you
the greens, the blues
the pitch beneath them, too
I see it
stuck on windows
or strung across the branch
or sipping slow on blades
out the creases
the corners of an eye
what dying does
what love requires
in the beginning
in the middle
in the end
I see it
same as you
the drop
before it fell
whence it was
above me
or below
TL