A child’s prize in a holiday cracker
he stands an inch but very much
recognizably himself his right
hand open as if he’d
just dropped the gemstones
scattered at his feet fire
opal tourmaline labradorite
rosy quartz and lapis trillion
resting on a small framed mirror
on my chest of drawers on La Jolla
on earth in one of the corners
of the earth where I go
for him to tell me repeatedly
I do like you I do
but could you try
a little harder?
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