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I lived in a world
that never waited, silent
church bells ringing, like
stars on fragmented glass
could sweep away sunbeams

I left a thousand eyelash
flowers on the doorstep,
spring lace bow tied round the
steps and the card
whispered nightsongs like crickets
never dreaming, always chirping
lullabies

I left my goodbye on the driveway
threw it down like old sweater
fabric on the grass. I ran away with
the moonrise, came back at
crescent-down to lay myself
to sleep in lily blooms

I shuddered in silver, dripping
from cold orb in sky, and the Sun’s
gold blanketed me like the
prayer I lost on the street corner

Cielo

moon reaches out into the
emptiness (void of starpricks,
smudged galaxies like chalk dust in
skyscape) grasping at that
last ephemeral shadowed beam
of light, tendril of being left behind
by Sun’s fleeting touch of
hello.