Exorcism

Poem

If I could place a tea cup over each
Cricket that calls from the tall grass,

If I could blow out the stars, one by one,
And then peel the moon from the sky,

If I could cast the scented breezes into
A great well on the other side of the mountain—

Perhaps, then, I could walk into
The night without you still beside me.

 

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