The Girl With the Moon Flocked Gown

She either loved too much
or not at all.
Heart leaning on a crutch.

She waxed glassy and tall
in bulrushes.
Her heart learned not to fall.

Days hunting with thrushes
head bent, eyes cupped
feeling the earth’s flushes.

Heart about to erupt.
Time to lay down.
Love asked to interrupt.

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