Quiet as beads
count the blessings
in all the ways
you disappear.
More than a thousand prayers
gather in the stillness
of your belly--
a magnet
for the gentle mouths
of gold fish
and the lavender letter wings
of moths
the meditation
near the pond
illuminated at twilight
and the movement
of peace
swimming to the surface.
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