flaming jewels

Sorrow

(for duVivier)

I saw the moon cry for you last night.

I saw the pearly drops sweat down her face
and land in the grass
where they bounced up to the
tree tops
and from there the birds swallowed
the round tears and died
choking
on the sorrow.

There was no bird song the next morning.

jewel@gleeful.com
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