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Growing Moon in a Sea-Starred Grave
Lexie

After the Flooded Grave, Photograph by Jeff Wall

Six feet under the mud
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where leaves send sparks
 2
into flickering flames,
 3
are the rubied,
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salt-watered stars
 5
that first drew me
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in awe.
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But the menacing hose,
 8
the distant crows
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and the headstone
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for a “Lee”
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that no one knows
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were the first hints
 13
of my guilt.
 14
 
 
For I was above the grave
 15
reflecting smiles
 16
off the pool of colour
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and wanting to touch
 18
the life that lay atop
 19
the death, until a little boy
 20
beat me to it.
 21
 
 
The dimensional difference,
 22
from 3 to 2, didn’t stop
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the child as he held his
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hand up to the deepened
 25
grave - he saw the
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potential of the textures
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in its pool.
 28
 
 
He touched, he held, that
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sea-star, flat-palmed,
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smudging the glossy cover
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and asking his mother,
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”Are the fishes dead there?”
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She asked him what
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he believed.
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He beamed out his
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”I don’t think so!”
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and touched, dry-fingered,
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the sea creatures
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one more time, just
 40
to make sure.
 41
It was his sigh-
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the sigh of happiness
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for his rubied star-
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that made me see
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my smile, my little
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reflecting crescent,
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a little bit fuller
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where that bright night
 49
was dug.
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21 Jun 07


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very very nice. don't have any comments other than that. will come back later, but i doubt i'll find anything then either. very nice.

yeah i'm running low on adjectives. lol
 — gem_grrrl

thanks!
 — Lexie

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