Constantly fingering a rosary,
murmuring Hail Marys in Spanish,
this word has silver skin, and
can make itself invisible
Free and fickle as the dawn,
this word's eyes are mangoes
about to fall from the tree.
A star made of snow, it
becomes silk when spoken.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serendipity-4/
