painters at grocery stores and poets on street corners.
queers in fearless drab and cabbies with hearts of love.
i don't care what color your glasses are, i see glitter.
i see sky-fulls of sun and suns-full of earth.
i see reason after reason to shed and rebirth.
the beauty.
it's a generous flirt
and wants us to flirt back.
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