A Ring from Minerva’s Moon

An acolyte raises a ring from Minerva’s moon, up from the grass to the tips of the fingers, twirling a glowing green up toward the branches, and the sky, —A hand from outside lends it mystical life, now reaching for it, now letting it fly, now making it spin ever faster and faster, sharing in its high disdain for mere earthward-falling beauty.

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