Immortal Wonder

When I was young
I found the urn
of a fairy in the woods—
an empty beer bottle
filled with flakes of dew
and morning moonlight.
I knelt
and prayed for her
to become a sylph
then watched the sun
ascend her sprinkled body
into the sky.

Now years later
the wind
still slants this gentle rain
towards my wrinkled face.

by Chase Gagnon

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