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We make things every day.
Just today, somebody
made a coconut cake,
a bottle of red nail polish,
a compact car the color
of that polish,
Siren Red. Somebody made
a fire engine, a siren,
somebody made the fire.
Somebody else made
a spectacle of herself
and enjoyed it.

There is a prize.
The Universe awards it daily
for the Best Thing Made. Today,
though you all did a lovely job
the award goes to a little boy in Italy
who invented a word meaning
“full of petals”
Perfect timing, I think, as I hurry into
this created world, this created day
Feeling pretty petaloso myself

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