Sparkle-Face (for Amy)

My Unexcused Life

sparkleface

As if in a swirl of fallen leaves
she always moves quickly,
purposefully but without thought,
natural as a sprig of grass
but unique as a song without rhyme,
bringing beauty never fully appreciated,
singing melody heard everywhere but
nowhere, for it blends with the sound
of the birds in high tree nests
and water through quiet creeks.

My prima-donna of life’s opera;
the spotlight not on her but
from within her, brighter than
any shore’s lighthouse can burn
through any fog or storm, to light
any dark with her warmth and safety,
and bring meaning to any soul lost,
finding worth in anything, in anyone,
she does this for us lucky—
and it is not unnoticed as she thinks.

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