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GRAPPLING WITH
As moths rose in luminous doom,
She remembered arranging skirts
Insects and I: so small
Before bed,
Never had thought
If earth took me back…
Who heard?
Between night & morning,
Stars work at all times,
Seeds into trees—
Tenderly, they better
Their perfect kingdoms...
Do something @ least!
Pockets full of stone
Thoughts floated by on the river
My fire: vanished
Breathing nothing but water
Darkness fell around her
A dozen white birds slept—
Light lichens among
Dark branches
She remembered arranging skirts
Insects and I: so small
Before bed,
Never had thought
If earth took me back…
Who heard?
Between night & morning,
Stars work at all times,
Seeds into trees—
Tenderly, they better
Their perfect kingdoms...
Do something @ least!
Pockets full of stone
Thoughts floated by on the river
My fire: vanished
Breathing nothing but water
Darkness fell around her
A dozen white birds slept—
Light lichens among
Dark branches
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