What Most Easily Glows
by Tinamarie Peabody

I loved you the way a leaf loves the rays of the sun
That paint a tired green bright and translucent-

I loved you the way the rain loves headlight beams
That brighten each scattered droplet to diamond confetti.

But light cannot love in return-

Light enhances and highlights beauty,
But it never loves the dull stem so much as the leaf
It never follows the rain into the dark concrete-

Light cares only for what most easily glows.

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