I, born of Earth and Sky,
am the daughter of the Man in the Moon
and a Goose. But
that is a long story, and I have so much to say that
chicken scratch on paper can only begin to say
it. Well,
I am here or there and
fly when I am not
falling. I can't whistle and once captured the
soul of a doll in a
notebook. I can smile through my
tears, but I can't see in the
dark. Sometimes I name
locust shells.
I don't want this poem to end.
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