my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



2/17/12




these periwinkle glass beads are almost
one hundred years old, when i got them
they were filled with white clay and 
ceramic crumbs, took a day in the water
and a needle to put a pin through for
these earrings








dear yukino,
fragile pin looks so right
on your linen bag. 
now i have two of them,
yours, with swallow and a tone lighter,
from mom. with plums 









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warmly,
olga.




olga