She smiles
and speaks to me.

She smiles in pearl
and speaks of minarets.

She smiles in cinnamon
and speaks to me of legacies
and ghosts.

She smiles in silver wine
and speaks of alabaster.

Clear as a rose
in an ice green pool
she smiles in calico
and speaks of willow trees
burning in the night.

She speaks to me
and smiles.

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