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Thursday, February 25, 2016

Pearl


Sitting within a wooded bowl
This glittering drop of freshwater
Like a pearl set in green shell
So far from the mothering sea
For year I have walked its wonder
And again today I circle the silver
This natural bath of clarity
A giant's tear formed from civic duty
Now a calming balm for restless souls
Ever larger does this lake grow
As time and feet wear away it edges
But it shields me from the madness
It is the closest peace I know to home
And for every day that remains
I'll scramble this horizontal stair
And the only regret I'll harbour
Is the wish that you were there?