53. Pearls

He’s walking through the shopping center and in one of those kiosks off to the side, he sees a stand selling pearls straight from the shell. But it’s not the jewels that caught his eye, it’s the girl selling them. And he’s reminded of the Chinese poet, Yuen Mei, who wrote:

My beautiful lady goes to see the flowers,
and a flower, she forgets, is she;
Would they not come to blossom in her bowers,
should flowers intelligent be?

But though she’s pretty, with sadness shadowing her commercial smile, he continues walking by because his heart belongs to another. He turns, takes one last look then thinks, “now there’s something you don’t see everyday: a pearl selling pearls.”


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: