|Lake Huron this afternoon.|
Diamonds, the glitterati, an afternoon at Tiffany's.
Glimmering opals in children's eyes, dancing children,
bobbing in the lucid formation of golden memories.
Pearl ropes flay from dripping fingers.
Joyous shrieks crash against the crystal shore.
They hurl themselves free fall into the aquamarine geleé,
silent in a silent world
until they burst over the top,
skin burnished and shiny.
Jewels of the sea.