Precious Stones
Precious stones shine.
I shine, too, like Pearl
of the beautiful Orient.
I do not drink vodka,
except in wintry nights,
when I’m with friends---
In the evening sea,
catching those stars,
twitching at night,
when the moon’s out.
I don’t have to drink
to shine, but it pleases
my blood, as I guide
these young fishermen,
home. I’m one of them.
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