she was watching the solar eclipse
through a piece of broken bottle
when he left home.
he found a blue kite in the forest
on the day she lay down
with a sailor. when his name changed,
she stitched a cloud to a quilt
made of rags. they did not meet,
so they could never be parted.
so she finished her prayer,
& he folded his map of the sea
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