A woman who lived
in a tree caught
the moon in a kettle.
The wind on the roof
of the tree thumped
while she built her fire.
She boiled it down
to a flat bean
to set on her plate.
She swallowed the moon
and the moon grew
like a child inside her.
When the wind flew away
she mounted
the steps of the air
to bear the moon
on a dark bed
in the house of the night.
She nurses him
while the wind perches
like a heavy bird
in the void branches
of a tree, beside
a cold kettle.

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Robert L. Martin
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Great story. Imaginative, and compelling, short and sweet

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