Mind That Sir Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Mind That Sir

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she stands
with white hands clasping the black of the eve
the first I think it might be like last - she stands

she moves
with traceless feet through the dusk to conceive
the first to be born child with the day last - she moves

she stares
with eyes glittering against the stars - Sir- never for them
to bury her own shade into the earth like a precious gem

that never wants to be lost
that never wants to be found

mind that - Sir
before you turn around

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