She lowers the pail into the well
pulls up black water
a full bucket of it
sets it in the grass to
moonbathe until dawn
She has heard tell
water painted by the moon
gives you the power to change
loosens old skins and masks
tightened by days of trying
She has heard tell
water soaked in the moon's gaze
becomes the sweet nectar
of free life
free thought
liberation
Under the fits and starts of stars she waits
and when the dawn finally comes
eagerly tips the metal lip to her mouth
lets the moon dusted river
rush her body
clear her of all things caged
~dawn thompson
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