Cape May Diamonds
Ink and Wash
I brought home the pebbles in the pockets of my clamdiggers--
they weighed down the damp twill fabric
and pressed on my legs.
Where the sea breeze couldn't reach (in cool the basement),
We opened the rubber-smelling lid
And you mixed the magic
Until it was just the right consistency
While I played with the wing nuts.
(I liked to watch them spin on the floor.)
If I enclosed you in a tumbler
full of fine-ground insights,
And allwed you to churn...
For a fortnight?
Would you emerge shining and open to my suggestions?
Just under the surface:
Cape May Diamonds.
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