I awoke last night
in a brilliant peace
and walked, bare-footed,
into the hot night air.
The stars, who have
always been for the poor,
spun around my outstretched
hand, and grabbing one,
I fell to my knees.
My unopened hand, still
an arm's length above my head,
a trembling fist, opened
like hibiscus,
and for a moment, I
held both the sky and earth
at once.
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