Parading

My head opens up to the sky.

My hand opens up like a saucer
My hand opens up like a saucer
My hand opens up like a saucer
that waits around for a cup,
that waits around for a cup,
but does not know why. —Laura Jensen
but does not know why.
—Laura Jensen

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