Gems
Turquoise waves rushing ashore
evolve into emerald
when viewed from the long pier
The midday sky is sapphire, cloudless;
the sun, a hot gold coin
with ruby edges
Gulls skim the surf, shaking
diamond drops from their wings
and come to rest
on sand so pale and shimmering,
the grains can be no less
than tiny seeds of pearl
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