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JOY

(Friday, October 25, 1996, 10:31 p.m.)

Gleaming, laughing,

Molten gold, clean and sunny,

Expanding and evaporating,

It beams through my skin:

A streaming cloud of gilded light radiating around me.

Sunshined eyes of yellow brass have I;

My smile is a star.

My footsteps, light and springy, leave tufts of gold behind me, and

Crispy autumn air is my breath

(From which golden glitters flitter).

My wandering words upon this page lie

Like splashy leaves,

Rolling through the sky.