I am afraid of the moon. I am afraid of the moon still.
They played at weddings, she and her little sister.
She had a mother doll made of a pine cone
With pebble eyes and they found a husk of corn
In the leaves over the rose roots. They were married
At four in the garden and when the tide turned
The bridegroom was dead and she made a boat of shingles
With a black sail and set him on the sea
Mourning.
She watched him till the sky was grey
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