Monday, February 8, 2016


She said she was lucky
the little ones were away that day
she was one of the little ones.
The white wardrobe went into the shelter,
under the store with all their nice clothes.

Her card was Narrowness, nine crystals
belonging in a cave and not in the open
growing in lavender silence.
The moon is waning she remembers
because the word is like wean
in German, this is its meaning.

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