High shoulders

My arm
rests on shoulders
that tower above me.
Walk on to the horizon
with me.
Stretch your mighty hands
into the rippled water. Pay
no attention to the glow
that catches your heart.
Reach deep and bring with you
the fallen star.

With it, I can
fix the broken cloud.
Even while it’s light flickers
in anticipation of death.

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