we say to one another
by finger and then tip of the tongue
even to those who do not deserve it
among the walking pedestrian
who would know stars glide like a flying torch
unless you take your eyes up
and listen to the hush in the air
rehearsing behind the scene of the world
the evening comes forward
meant to take her
he brought with him feet
and barely the size of a fist
some food
her lovely legs walked into the other room
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