verdigris

proud was i,
maybe a touch too proud,
that day.

like a sculptor,
presenting a masterpiece
of clay,

there i gave
this artifact of love
made for you.

which, in your hands,
was caught in your power
to undo.

—-
on youthful feelings of being spurned.

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