Quiet poem

Stars hang like paper stars
Behind a bamboo scaffold.
The night is  stagnant pool.

A stagnant pool goes green,
Wary of night’s stars falling,
Like mosquitos on its scum.

We wait for three line poem.
All we see is fire-flies of sky,
The fires rekindling in ashes.

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