There are some stones
that are washed by the sea
which the beachcomber picks
because
they are virgin white
and pure
but in the sun opaque
and die
others are lost to his sight
one is small
deepening gold
banded black
amidst the breasts of heaven;
such a heart loves unseen
in the blindness of eyes to come.

07/29/2005

Posted on 07/29/2005
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