Craters Brim With Agony

October 6, 2017
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a crumpled moon

in my daughter's drawer,

her agony is a mere crease

uneasy fingers fumbling,

with kite strings

my daughter's drawer

knobs held together 

with strands of dream

crumpled moons

with heart-shaped craters

overflowing with moonlight

I hear the stars tinkle

stars filling the  craters of the moon

as the night breeze blows

a boy's brief touch 

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