Hands cupped for rain
Like the pale, ivory
Throat of an orchid.
The sour water holds
Its structure so long.
Then a flower of light
Breaks on the stones.
*
The helicopter burned
For a moment across
The night, then faded.
A broken dragonfly
Tumbled in the grate
And became a cinder.
One was wished on.
*
The dead, ancient star
Shone. The dog went
Underneath the porch.
A guy came out, and
Smoked. The cigarette
Didn't know it burned.
There is a name for this.
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