String of Pearls by Raymond A. Foss
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze
Camera and film Sandals snap as I walk In the early morning Before the island awakes
Misty morning Full of promise For a skilled watcher Of moment and place
Wet green Lush Looking for a web Ready to pose
A string of pearls Hovered before a backdrop Bowed by the wait Of the night
A long cord Tacky to hold the drops As drops My reflection in each as I approached To steal the scene With closeup lens
Centered and balanced Enlarged and framed Hovering now On my wall To conjure the moment On the path Years ago
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