Like on the old maps
The face of the wind appeared
In the only cloud in the sky
Long strands of hair streaming behind
Gazing up at the full blazing moon
Immaculate as Mary's womb
Sailing above my little house
Slowly that cloud curdled itself
Into the shape of a coiled snake
While slowly the moon escaped
Sweeping its light around it like a cape
Feeling the child inside her kick
The dark around her hard and thick
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