Bright Day

Wash the hair of your wounds,
 dress them with flowers,
 as the lit torches and candles
 of your wishes and searches
 become bright day’s moon
 in a lake of depth and darkness.

 Tiny ribbons of need flutter
 on oak trees, clay statues of mums
 and bairns throw further darknesses
 into the lap of the moon.

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