She wanted to draw
stars over the moon’s black
half—the space cried for
light, for company.
She thinks stars deserve every
seed bed in blank sky—
if they won’t grow, then
let them bury night in flecks
of salt no sea could
dissolve. Let them sit.
In the lost part of the sky,
the invisible weep,
praying illumination
will bring day again.
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