there is a beginning of an extreme moon
three days hence its belly will expand
and mother earth will pull it near
cradling the birth in her arms
i write letters in the deepened sky
on paper, avid with sweat of sun,
of finger's oil
the smudge of words as if
i murmured them from a closed mouth
they are for you, about you
and you-
mon ange rouge très petit
sit somewhere there
dans l'abdomen de la lune
i will see day bring
rugged grey to the face of morning
a frown formed sometime in the dark
but you; even day cannot dismiss
votre arc de brillance blanche
capturée dans les étoiles
Footnotes:
mon ange rouge très petit = my tiny red angel
dans l'abdomen de la lune = the belly of the moon
votre arc de brillance blanche
capturée dans les étoiles = an arc of brilliant white captured in the stars
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