Mother of pearl


She smiles inside a beach cafe

where her toenails ripple under a faded apron 

around 

shuffling chairs and un glossed sounds and Daily Specials written on slate 

she smiles just beyond the curtains of her eyelashes 

seashell chime euphonies tip tap around the board walk on cotton candy breezes 

whistle through the pink eyelet of her sundress..

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