The Day I Held Two Sapphires

Poem

I held two sapphires in one hand.
They were your precious eyes.
Trees spoke solace to the hummingbirds in my ears
who thought flowers grew in there somewhere.
They were wrong but they stayed, humming.
I saw a reflection of a woman in my gems
and it wasn’t me.
I waved. She smiled and was gone.
On my way home I buried two sapphires
in a sea of lilies.

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photograph by Sylvain Reygaerts

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