In low sunlight's shafting rays,
lucky eyes in place may be
to have within beglared gaze
the long thin glass by wind blown free
lightly settle through rainbow
(refractive before gray)
and to dream of it let go
and loose in flight to flow
as if her heart were free to play.

- _Quinn

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