Poets and witches
like to make something out of nothing.

like those extra shadows
that lingered past sundown and tickled
us at night, and slipped behind our eyes the next day,
thinning the skin there.

or  the moonbeams caught in pavement cracks,
left behind after sunrise,
crying to return to a night sky,
and pushing up dandelions with their light
and with their tears.

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