Stella

stella on the ground
when your stars fell in my face/
a mess of children
standing, waiting for the moon to lift up their world
because they can only fall down now/
they’re at the top, all they could do is fall
and they did/
recently/
so we are to the rescue/
pull me up
can you pull me up for the last time
do we have one in us yet? /
cry out for the last time
and answer me are you there/

but i know the answer/
because
you will always be my shoulder/, you will
always be my wall/, and
I will always need you/ and the wind

by Clare Ruppert

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