Friday, August 13, 2010

it's okay to hide them

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In the form of many things,
I keep receiving pearls;
in conversation, in timing,
in dreams – these precious
stones (are they stones?) keep
showing up, bathed in
poignancy, placed with subtlety,
and somehow formed to fit
with bold exactness
into the deepest reaches of my heart.

1 comment:

Mama said...

I don't even know what to comment sometimes. I mostly want you to know that I'm reading each of these and enjoying them thoroughly. I want to be like you.