Luminosity
cloudberries
float above moss stars . . .
amber beacons
in forest shadows
call us to taste the light
the shimmer
of diamonds on snow
and water . . .
sometimes we take
small gifts for granted
mudlarks . . .
everything we buried
as children
surfaces at last
into the light of day
in her eyes
deep wells of pain . . .
and yet,
glimmers of light
at the bottom
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