periwinkle moves
i want fields
of purple daisies
saffron tears
and turquoise tangerines
soft earth and crackling sky
to keep my hand moving
i want morning stories,
songs of stolen glory
i want sweetest day
i want the moon
i want to sweep up the stars,
drop them in my pocket
and keep my hand moving
monna mcdiarmid ©2000
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