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I remember

the day the sky opened,
the room that flooded with light

the world outside was dissolving
behind the curtain of fine, grey rain

there was a beach where the oyster lost
its grain of sand and gave its pearl to an eagle

and was carried from one ocean of blossoms to another
over lifetimes, over centuries, over fathers that way.

Maria Costello – April 27, 2010 – California

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