Sable

Last night, Sable slipped outside
for a moment
and left the door of the store ajar;

she sat with Celeste
among the cosmos,
and placed a wish upon a shooting star.

Caoimhín is a writer from Cork, Ireland based in Edinburgh. His favourite villager is Bluebear. Follow him on Twitter @kevinjuly.

Categories: Poetry

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