Three Monkeys Online

A Curious, Alternative Magazine

Girl on the Corner of Jones and Mason

As young as you are, light matters still
in evening rites
mother sing
lullabies that taste of herbs
a shield glimmering in stars
for them light matters still

Light on rooftop
make asphalt shiver like wizards with mice up their sleeves
mother’s lilted trance illuminates pin-pricked stars,
feline shaped impressions on a lunar phase,
wide eyed cat stalking wizards, claws opening holes in night
a silent sleeping girl, matter still.

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