A half moon Shimmers, tacked onto a pale blue sky Way up high Fields of brown cornstalks Crackle and launch flocks of geese Way up high Your plane
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Poem: My Kryptonite Stiletto
Find your most delicate Your most prized crystal goblet I will hold it While you fill it diligently With every worry And every disappointment And every regret And