Are You Shatter?

(A silly ode to concentrates.)

You reflect the sunlight, amber catches my eye
flatly melted to the coffee table top, glittering.
I inspect you, tilting and peering, I probe you
with an expectant fingernail, gently prying you.

Peeled up, a ball between my fingers you smell not
and yet you appear to be displaced, a ball of quality
shatter, you vaporize and hypnotize and relax me.
Who would leave you here, alone, unloved, lost?

Into the vaporizer you go, little lost shatter ball.
The button lights and I breathe deeply of your
heat induced essence, filling my lungs and soul.
Oh, nope. You were, it’s sad, just a booger. Gross.

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