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Gray Rain and Yellow Thread

At Myrna's

Twice as Many Sunrises

Cosmic Egg

One egg's lower half transformed

And became the earth below,

And its upper half transmuted

And became the sky above;

From the yolk the sun was made,

Light of day to shine upon us;

From the white the moon was formed,

Light of night to gleam above us;

All the colored brighter bits

Rose to be the stars of heaven

And the darker crumbs changed into

Clouds and cloudlets in the sky. (c)

Steel Not Magnolia