opaque without stars
the navy darkness shines
the baby colours them in
just by dreaming, grace note
wispy smiling in her sleep
or angels guide her hands
her fists like flowers uncurl
as she makes the world on which
invisible moonliight shines
by indirection
in perfection
a pale cloud in her rosebud mind.
mary angela douglas 26 november 2022
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