There was no sun on Martha’s Vineyard,
just two stars jettisoned over ferry-water
to land amongst the tangles of an island.
Fresh. Vineyard air. Tangible ingenuity.
Advice from a wizard -- stop ignoring
what makes you glow, dear stars,
and simply glow. But these stars are girls
with bills to pay and faint funds
painted on their life-canvases.
And the wizard was really an aunt
with a mirror-wall in her home.
What do you see. Reflected
courage against light-killing
tropical storms. The aunt
took down her decorative umbrellas
because of the wind and the girls
waited until the storm passed
to see the grandeur-lawn.
Those star-girls sat patiently
with cats on couches and never missed
the sun. They needed another kind
of light, one only channeled
by Vineyard-wizard-aunts,
one harvested on an inner-island.
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