Let’s start here:
Evie Levy
(Don’t hold me to it)
Darling, there are jewels
Buried deep in the crust of Antarctica
That have seen more than you
Paintings, wrapped dark
In Foreign Basements
Wisdom: Unmoored, Unwed
You, my dear, are no more
An object, no less
Than the shell that beats the sand
The Florida coast is littered with you
Don’t Fret!!
There is beauty here, if you choose to see it