what moonlight

what moonlight
      will play in your hair?
I mean to say
        dear fish, I hope you swim
in another river.
I hope that wasn't
rebuttal, but a transfer, an attempt
that failed, but to be followed
       quickly by another
suck your thumb somewhere
Dear silly thing, explode
make someone's colors.

by Diane DiPrima

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