Mother of Pearl
She wasn't really black no more
she'd washed away out on the shore
she seemed to be reflected gray,
a pearly hue ,
sunlight at play,
like shale or stones
up from the creek
the special smooth ones
that you seek
to rub your fingers
quiet upon
after day is done
and gone
Silent was she,
yes she was,
a purpose there
without a cause,
I wish I'd called her
by a name
all I know is that she came,
and went again
out with the tide,
I wish I knew
the way
she
died.
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