Coming to the earth's turn at winter: Poems of light

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My daughter
pointed to me
stars in
the water
I could not
see them
one left upper
another right
middle
below
lower left
more more

fabric
in a dark world
inner light.
I see more. (103)

54 9/17 (107)

tears in me
stars
hold me
in their constancy
mirror me.
how could
have I thought
the whirring chirp
of crickets
were frogs?