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This evening my daughter
(her name
a light
for countless worlds)

asked at dusk:
“Why does the moon
follow us?”

“Illusion,”
– the word
a weightless dry-winged
butterfly
before it descends
to stamen, petal,
earth

“When things are far, far away
they look as though
they are coming with us.”

This,
our
marriage –

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