the light made her skin glow like a fish caught
in crystal netting
this was not a day gleam:
it was blue and stone and lunar
she walked on the ash colored sand
towards december sea towards the waves lined with lambs
black as obsidian or confused mind or deep hole
white as salt or old scars or burning
her purple feet crushed into the elephant beach
until she reached her dark moving church
& folded, buckled in prayer
a tulip, a midnight flame
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