The Pot of Star-Paint


A tall, fair girl of eight
stoops down in the night
to dip her brush in a pot
of star-paint.
She rises up,
balancing on her toes
and stretching, reaching
to the blank slate of chalky sky.

The brush clutched
in her chilled hand
drips star-paint,
leaving it in glistening, frosty pools
in the grass,
seeping and soaking into arid ground.

Straining further, she at last reaches
the barren expanse of sky
and sweeps her brush across it
in a single, brilliant arc.

Stars of all sizes and brightness
dance into the sky,
where they take their places
to illuminate the darkness.

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