Paper star

The island was only two days’  Christmas old
A paper star on shore had  recent moths halo
And a lights glint on river is recent laughter.

Now in young night no new boats bobbed up
After last  with cackling women and suitcases
And their men dragging the coasters on road.

The river’s night echoed with tourist bubble
That would  settle down to bottom of  night.
A black dog lay curled up to a human corner.

The river is not all that recent of soft ripples.
It had come from  memories of far  mountain
And is curled up like black dog around island.


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