The Golden Glow Poem by M.L. Emmett

A new century of prosperity

glowed in the red roof tiles at sunset
glinted on every quartz pebble
of every long curved driveway
shone from every hair
of every Golden Retriever pedigree
from every angelic haloed blonde curl
on the precious
riding a docile pony in the park
and every metallic banded and braced smile
that showed the depth
of orthodontic dental intervention
and the breadth of serious money
that smelled of plastic in the morning
It glowed
Oh how it glowed
for some.