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When the sky stopped moving The stars drizzled down I captured them like a child In cupped palms, while Some entangled in my hair I tied a few with a bonny bow In a hanky with crochet-edges Then, I lay amongst the brilliance Waiting for the sun to descend
I see this as an imagist poem with a life metaphor. When time is ready to halt, we can only stand by and gather memories and memoirs. We, then, patiently wait for the last sunset.