Like a petal on the wind the toy plane
flew east. I stood centrally, a sentry,
watching the moon pull the sky
in an alluring ebb, and I knew that the
days of my life until now were over. I
cried and smiled and went home
to look at old yearbook photos by the light
of a new candle.
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