pearl-building
smooth pond’s surface, I’m
looking in: I see myself
gathering grit beads
. . . . .
cut off in two I
ask of my secret chamber . .
it answers dire straits
. . . . .
morning rise exceeds
expectations and cold feet -
greatness comes in floods
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(photo sources: – sculptures by Paige Bradley, – fashion photo by St. Meisel, – ripples by PiaJaneBijkerk and artwork by J.M.W. Turner, background space photo by A. Ayiomamitis)
