One Day
They have written of the sky as
the “star-torn blanket of the night”
and of the moon
as a white communion wafer
as the Buddhist female
to be covered by the sun
but when I looked
the light moon had
a torn-pink-paper edge
the sky
was a clear blue dome over
and wrapped all around
for once
I might have centred in
my own universe
but it was another cause
the girl died soon after
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