A branch of forsythia waves
from the other side of the window
and grabs my attention –
maybe because the flowers are gone.
From the other side of the window
I watch the World moving through lifetimes.
It layers itself like a pearl
and grabs my attention,
an unintentional omen
a mother-of-pearl revelation
Maybe because the flowers are gone
there’s nothing to distract me
from noticing everything as an irritation
Nature Note: Pearls are created when an irritant seeds an oyster.
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