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One-way window into night
A woman too big for day is out there.
She moves
tree moves,
a shape against the stars
A woman too tall for this lake is walking
puddle to puddle.
She is skipping the hard parts.
She is laughing in rhythm with her heart.
A woman too wide and deep for everyday
is breathing the night in,
dancing the night fire,
singing the night song.
She is out there,
out there,
too big for the window,
too big for the door,
too big for the life she used to live.
Not too big for me. |
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