I turn my face up to the sky
and watch the slivered moon
hang upon a blue-black night
like the spindle of a loom.

If sky were cloth, and I were skilled,
and stars were buttons bright,
what a wond’rous garment we would yield,
and hem it up with light.

c. EE, circa 2000


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