They hurried after me
pattering like angels’ wings
but it was of no use
asking for so much
the stars were pinned onto a blue felt sky
and the white hot moon let fall a small strip
upon which my fortune had been written gamely
I shouted again at the too-tired birds
open this garden’s gate
and let me see within!
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 1:26 PM UTC
They hurried after me
pattering like angels’ wings
but it was of no use
asking for so much
the stars were pinned onto a blue felt sky
and the white hot moon let fall a small strip
upon which my fortune had been written gamely
I shouted again at the too-tired birds
open this garden’s gate
and let me see within!
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