#98 – Woman Twenty Six

Moon

Awakened by the light of the half-moon
streaming in her window,
she sat up
and began to knit the other half.

While her hands and needles tapped through a rhythm,
she remembered,

she was tumbling with Chinese acrobats,
she was running over cobblestones with a container of gasoline,
or was it white wine?
she was wrapped tight in a cocoon,
she was unpacking decorations with strangers,

until the moon called her.

It’s dawn.
She has knit
a full moon.

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