A ray of the moon on the dancing waves
Is the step, light step of that beautiful maid:
Mardi, with music, her footfall paves,
And her voice, no voice, but a song in the glade.
by Rae ArmantroutShooting pleasures
Ok’d by
My being seen
For
Or as
If.
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Not just light
at the end of the tunnel,
but hearts, bows, rainbows—
all the stickers
teachers award if ...