Little pearl, little bud, little bird
curled, never hatching
i held you furled and fingerless
in lightless warmth
my bones were singing for you
we had not even wrapped you up
in a name, or names --
I hold you in my dim mind, still,
eyeless--lustrous
contained and secret as a pearl.
We are two stones
within one hand. One blind
pebble. And you sparking
bold faceted
you, named, unfolding
in what brilliant frills
in bright beholding
Not waiting, pearl unfurled
my day for birth--
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