March 2010 – Gold

In gleaming dreams seen
chased awake only to find
it not worth its wait

sometimes shiny things
hurt my back to pick them up
and turn my skin green

the sheen of hot oil
light glints off a golden drop
as the bacon fries
continuing her run of blending
Bacon with all other topics

Friendships burnished by
the rag of years and memory-
glowing in my mind.
~Enigmatic Knight

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