We scour the pavement
looking for pearls,
eyes peeled and necks aching.
Maybe on the curb,
maybe in the street,
maybe in the gutter disguised as trash.
Perhaps we’ve forgotten what a pearl really looks like
or maybe we never really knew,
swallowing the dreams of Hollywood debutants without chewing.
The soles of our shoes are wearing out
but we think oh, just one more block
just one more street
just a little bit more
As the sky cries in solidarity with our desperation
to clutch the pure and intangible in our grubby little fists.