Rae scrapes a shaft of light off the wall.
She folds it like a sheet of paper, over
and over, till she’s made a swan.
She carries him outside on her palm.
She sets him on the pond.
He arches to the sky, to pray
to the late moon.
The moon says,
“Where did you come from little bird?
Why haven’t I seen you before?”
He answers,
“I dropped off a star as it set.
I’ve been sleeping on a stranger’s ceiling.”
The moon says,
“Day will take us both.”
“But how do you know?” asks the bird.
The moon throws her head back to the dark.
“I die once a day!”
“Then will you give me feathers, so that I can feel
the water and linger longer in the air when I fly before….”
Morning comes.
And Moon and Swan Are GoneA Poem by Molly Cara© 2013 Molly CaraReviews
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