One Stripe on the Shoulder, by O’Susanna

Deep in the black sand

and half-hidden

awaits

our star

trembling

Ice-cold its skin

raised its hair

— scalded

with fever

Quiet the poor thing

it is so tired

its edges

worn away

— refreshed by the wave.

It shines even greater

and passes

the eclipse

With a sea-blue stripe

on its shoulder

it shows us

again

the beach

ours

-Susanna Polihros

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