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Night

 
took her bed -  
nothing but water
dark;  
 
perfect  
 
Stars floated around  
a river so full at times  
arranging into something;  
 
they never slept better  
 
Back on earth  
as skirts of lichens fell  
 
I rose  
 
among white moths  
LUMINOUS  
 
and  
 
insects fire breathing  
DOOM!  
 
Before all their  
pocket kingdoms small -  
the dozen birds who  
do work in between  
seeds  
 
If heard by stone  
my least remembered  
thoughts thought me  
 
Morning light grappling  
with tree branches  
tenderly ...  
 
Darkness?  
 
She  
 
had  
 
vanished  









#MaryOliver
 
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