Thursday, June 16, 2011
pearls
i lifted my hand to meet yours -
¶ 2:13 PM 
palm flat 'gainst the glass
between us -
i saw the inside of beads of rain
the light made them pearls -
your hand larger,
until it curled -
the cool glass didn't register
the difference, as it drew away,
and now it is that piece of pane
I have, and pearls,
and pearls of rain
