XVII: The Star

She empties two pitchers,
one into the pond,
the other onto the ground;

in the background,
a bird watches from a treetop,
sharp-beaked

The water is stagnant,
hiding a crab waiting
for the moon to rise.

The stars press in,
and I sense the smile on her face
is only made for fear of their points.

Lee Tracy




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