I sort through the ruby red jewels, the tiny gems left from the great last garden heist. The wonderland of tomatoes is just about depleted, just about wrinkled up, ready to wink out of existence. There are still a few more catches to be had, then back to the grocery store to get tomatoes from Mexico, tomatoes in a can, tomato paste in a tube.
I am a ruby in the rough
A deep glitter amongst dull light grey concrete pathways
Straight lines leading down or out, up or in, sidewalks and roads
They lead to some specific destination
I sparkle sideways, my step is diagonal
I shine darkly, my twinkle is more of a complex luster
Gems have no destination, there purpose is singular
To bring peace with a simple innate beauty
To contrast the sharp stones with a kaleidoscope light
As rare as a ruby, subtly I sparkle against typical patterns
How red radiance deepens the light, quietly I drum my hum.
marigolds forever 