Poetry

Wait.
Diamond woman stands at the open gate
bait in her hand.
She has caught a silver stream
in fish hanging from her line
but water ebbs away
dripping
like white sand from her eyes
leaving her a glass
stained
empty on the counter
unwashed
untidy
marked with oil of
fish cleaning hands.
The towel won't erase
greasy tears
and she waits
unable to contain the stream.

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