decode my life and uncover stories ensconced inside 
the beads on my wrist, the work of hands 
thousands of miles to the east 
bartered for a song during a storm
see my sister’s smile in the curving ridges 
of the silver encircling my finger
in my eyes, the poor fisherman 
who dreamed of the possibilities 
of a different destiny across the sea 
and hear the strains of a captured memory
find a soul and a smile in every written melody

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