moon-window

Night

How far it is from here
to my mother’s house.
She stands in a pool of moonlight
at the milky porcelain sink
and stares out the window
for a long, long time,
the way people in museums stand in front of paintings.
She calls out, “I am here!”
but no one comes.

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