Little Pockets

A brother and sister.  A lake and its wood.
Seldom do they really know the other.
Stones and birds and wolves, darkness
and the joints where its wings unfold
are all fixed inexplicably together.

The rest of the world, its disintegrating
pieces dropping away, shriveling up, shrinking
must attach themselves to others.

Wasn't it God who set the stars into
their little pockets expecting them
to slip and fall?

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