and you knew what you wanted
layer in the line
strings of spiderweave
stung with the dew
drop of memory

laying down with the morning sky
I brought close my eye
to every shining circlet of liquid
watched each play a silver dime
the contents of my bank
thrown across the field

I spread my blanket
among so many diamonds
soaked them into my skin
before the sun could rise
to take them all away