Opening night, the floor offered me
sequins, glitter and fat pink plastic gems.
Friends and family shed
a bejewelled backwash

I forgot about those polymers until
smashing monuments ceased.
Buttercup petals sat dispersed
atop polished concrete
like this morning’s pigeon feathers
atop the lawn.

Final week generosity from the dome.
I approach its yellow’s velvet cordate
after its dust and pebbles.
Meat before pudding,
Then home.