The old woman on the train tonight
tells me the Port of Oakland’s lights
look like Cartier’s chokers: so beautiful.
She gestures through the dirt-dull
glass. Pillbox hat and wool skirt
fetching and proper for Friday art,
she’s come from the immaculate
exhibit of another world. Such delicate
work. In the darkness, new and fallen
while we were under water, the cranes
as always lower cargo toward the boats:
the boxes pendent in the sudden glow
of diamonds … Cut and blazing,
as once I saw emeralds hatching
from jeweled eggs: the minute filigree
of skaters spinning beneath the icy
pearl moon, mechanical and scarved
in rubies. Small treasure casks the Tsar
ordered in the years before his family
died—shot in a cellar, topaz in their sleeves.
The eggs were love gifts for his wife,
each gold hinge lifting to another life—
a world inside this world, bright and jeweled.
A world inside this jeweled, blinding world.
TODAY IN SLATE
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