Quiet Admiration
There is.
there is a quiet admiration not for art
not for composure, nor valor or beauty or cause.
There is.
there is a calm envy for all things shiny
for all that costs and that spins, that
flashes, whistles and tastes;
that appears and disappears within 20
seconds
that demands your attention in a purely
unpure way, portrayed and paraded all day,
just for your quiet admiration.
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