I picked a clam from the beach, a beautiful thing.
Its valves exquisitely symmetrical, its surface lustrous,
ridges swept in a graceful wave outward from the beak.
I keep it on the mantelpiece; it reminds me of perfect love:
the symmetry, the wave, the gleam, the perfection of it.
It reminds me of how we created a love that enfolded us
in a warm shared self-knowledge, a completeness of pairing;
that symmetry of happiness apparent even to a passer-by.
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