Patterns of apertures and loss. <br />The ship’s guts spill the diamonds into the waves. <br />For a second, <br />The fish glitter unexpectedly before <br />They fade again into the abyssal wound. <br /> <br />Across the street, <br />The children do not play together anymore.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stain-glass/
