Saturday, June 11, 2011

pearl (for charlotte)

Under
bright sun,

trees scattered
shadow fish
that swam back
and forth to you
with each breeze.

The afternoon
stitched the blue
to the sky, and
laid rose petals
in your palms.

Under the porch,
the dog slept
as if we’d forgotten
to bury him.

At sunset, the
hummingbirds
flickered
like candles,
the wind wove
gold threads
through the forest.

Evening,
when it finally came,
was a dark plum
carrying a pearl.



R.

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