The Pearl, 45X80, acrylic on canvas, Gary Buhler
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You reach in as if this rock
is still beating :each gust
returned the way its shadow
cooled between touching down
and the darkness that would become
stone, spared from why the sun
blew out its planets for something
not yet blood or moving or small
that never leaves, was taught
to embrace, be held though now
it’s a nothing to this lovesick dirt
these two fingers and afterward.
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Simon Perchik