the women had scattered
they pressed themselves
against the moon
but no one approached
please please
how their voices had fallen
a terrible silence—
such cold immense absence
that the hornets had left
the women
clung to their baskets
they went willingly
to that ocean of strangers
beyond the turquoise
where waters opened
into waters
they pressed themselves
against the moon
but no one approached
please please
how their voices had fallen
a terrible silence—
such cold immense absence
that the hornets had left
the women
clung to their baskets
they went willingly
to that ocean of strangers
beyond the turquoise
where waters opened
into waters
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