Idols Out Of Sand

Happy yellow dangles
dig deep.
Blow back.
Sparkle.
Dripping nowhere
(important)
across a rise of white.
Tilt it sideways.
Like a hanger.
Wire — not plastic.
Though paper will hold
in a pinch.
Just add pixie dust.
And swing . . .

  . . . Instant star.

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