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There was a fish for every star. Once.

Now the stars are falling, all.

They sizzle and die.

They make a sound like the whale’s cry.

They make the sea as hot as tea.

I cry into my cup and fill it up.

I watch them fall, and make a wish,

for fish.

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A wise old woman said to me,

‘After you sup, I'll read your cup.’

She saw a double-woman, sister-faced,

turned to future as well as past.

What book will tell Her name?

Anna Perenna, She

is grandmother of time:

well and flame, pot and cup,

down through the ages.

Now, with our pinky up,

Let's toast to Life, and drink

serenity.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018