Meteorite
Something falling out of the night sky, we watch it
burn like a fragment of thought
or dream. We go on
pulling our children home in the wagon.
We bathe them, shining, and tell them a story.
Meteorite
Something falling out of the night sky, we watch it
burn like a fragment of thought
or dream. We go on
pulling our children home in the wagon.
We bathe them, shining, and tell them a story.
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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