Daughter of Bright Matter
by Meg Smith
Somewhere, a child
tests the light
with her new eyes, a gray blur,
her hands to the sky,
new and sure
as starfish
tasting
the alien shore.
And we all
reach,
dark to dark,
to that same
star whose light
falls in its mercy.
The atoms of dust
fall in world without end.
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Copyright © 2019 by
Meg Smith