" By Moonlight, An Elegy for Florence Marie"
by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
By moonlight neither mistakes nor slights
mere playthings all the while froth rises
while lying in the thyme joining in the file
with piping cries becoming suddenly quiet
like lost outposts of our minds
now off of the Isles blinking eyes
biting abided time, "Aye! Aye!"
exorcising of spikes so much for spite
the sweet bye-and-bye
of a late summertime rite...
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