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The pearl-driver grew old in the ocean.
Even the sharks waved friendly fins at him.
when a little crab pinched his finger
to stop him, tell him
what strange animals inhabit that other world
where the sea ends,
the pearl-driver understood that he'd been accepted,
and decided he couldn't
catch oysters any more.
© Stephan Gechev
© Don Wilson, translated
© E-magazine LiterNet, 23.06.2001, № 6 (19)
Hush, you Nightingales, Canton, Connecticut, 1993.