she picks seashells

she picks seashells
she’s got a nice collection of stolen things
although she’s far away from me
i can see her
almost down on her knees
smiling the way she does
like a child discovering her reflected image for the first time

she chooses them carefully
looking for the most beautiful ones
looking for the ones that can embellish
what already is a beautiful object
a fishbowl full of memories
full of seas come and gone
full of dreams come and gone
like a child who just realized her best days are about to begin

fj brenes
10.11.10