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Thursday, October 13, 2011

sun spots

iii

pink sunlight casts evening shadows
on his hut, his home
where he will feast on sea
weed and electric eels
      on
the landing he empties his pocket
of pearls that he and his blue friend
amass in the harbour 
where they play every day
then settle their fine calcareous orbs
in a basket by the door
white and black and as iridescent as
the fire that he and the blue-bellied turtle
will build in the night
for the girl in the moon o o o


4 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

I am enjoying these.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

I'm glad! I don't even know where these thoughts are coming from, really .. so i'm glad someone's enjoying :)

Darlene said...

I have come to visit your blog. These last three little stories are enchanting....thank you.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

Thanks Darlene!