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A loop of metal
& a clasp at the end
of a chain
Two french wires
& the bones
of miniature chandeliers
Four prongs that seat
a gem of doubtful
pedigree
This window light
is mute to tell
what they cost
but they’re given
now to me— The only
instruction, that I
remember who I am
& that a stone has facets
time whittles constantly
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.