In a Jar With a Stone and a Leaf

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Sea-story night-bloom sky,
sails filled with star-light wind,
even a monkey could smell this sea.
Flirting with the moon, slyly
wink and open her kimono.

She isn’t a perfect rose
a weed when in the wrong place
beautiful misfit.
Only down here can she fly
and speak in different sentences.

Never forever forget
and be like the shore
not meant to be found.
Each step in mise-en-scene
to know where things belong.

Love notes and dust motes
don’t think that won’t leave a scar,
Impertinent ghost.
Go -sway to a moon-beam-beat
under the shadow of a cave.

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