RC (too many years ago / Canadia - so I must be Canadian!)

In Her Mouth She Held The Moon

 In her mouth
she held the moon.

it shone there,
a small porcelain
marble set against
the black abyss;
delicate, beautiful,
a hard reality
having no
warmth save that
bequeathed
by a waning sun.
was she really
that good to
have died so young?


Robert S. Clarke
Copyright 1995

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