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March 17, 2014

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.


2 Comments leave one →
  1. March 18, 2014 6:07 pm

    That is awesome!

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