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Daughter of Bright Matter

by Meg Smith

Somewhere, a child
tests the light
with her new eyes, a gray blur,
her hands to the sky,
new and sure
as starfish
the alien shore.
And we all
dark to dark,
to that same
star whose light
falls in its mercy.
The atoms of dust
fall in world without end.

Copyright © 2019 by Meg Smith

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