on a mall walk those

cheap mall shops hawked

the thought of silver

not its substance,

also plastic pearls.

strolling under an

imitation clerestory

i saw many glimmer

ing happy-wrists &

laughing-necks strut

Macy's truths

"what will you" (buy)

to mean "love" he asked,

but i didn't know

real pearls from

candy-spheres. then

the moon stared down

east-west streets,

pocked mark face

"i pull tides out

of sand beds to life,

living oceans i

invented on the

beaches and deep

down." which is

why i threw my

money on the ground

to stare instead of

buy