/   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
November/December 2014

By Izzah Khairi

Night knits the mountains close
and hazy lines shoot high.
A half moon rising low and dim
quietly moans a tune;
the wind is at a howl;
the trees are a wobbling drum.
The lake ripples—
the main event is about to occur—

Though it is nothing special, really,
but celestial dead bodies that light up
our little souls.

Performance Izzah Khairi

Izzah Khairi, 13
Calgary, Alberta, Canada

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