Pearl
Oysters sleeping in wrinkled white shells
on chilly mud
bottom of Samish Bay.
Owl calls up
to a tossed shawl of stars –
gets back
the long deep gaze of the night.
Owl calls up.
Oyster dreams.
Owl calls up.
Oyster dreams.
Owl calls up.
Owl calls up.
Owl calls up.
Pearl.
~ Dale Zeretzke
I found this poem in the 2001 edition of Crosscurrents, a publication of the Washington Community and Technical College Humanities Association.
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