1. All day the stars watch from long ago
    my mother said I am going now
    when you are alone you will be all right
    whether or not you know you will know
    look at the old house in the dawn rain
    all the flowers are forms of water
    the sun reminds them through a white cloud
    touches the patchwork spread on the hill
    the washed colors of the afterlife
    that lived there long before you were born
    see how they wake without a question
    even though the whole world is burning

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