When pearl turns invisible, 

its glisten reduced to translucence

and alabaster drips 

through the porch cracks. 

Dims the wooden boards 

during its downfall. 


Does it bring with it splinters, 

the manifest brilliance? 

Does it soak its route 

and gather trinkets,

chilled remembrances

of grounds which it stood upon? 


Patches downsize 

under the morning. 

Silver layers strip,

its droplets

hung beneath the shade 

of the porch’s underboards. 


Another manifest—

Sharp in its being, 

a jagged snapshot, for now.