An unusual collector

She sits under the starry sky
Every night,
Delicate, smelling of jasmine,
To collect, she says,
The moonlight.
Is it not unusual, I ask,
To collect moonlight?
How and where, pray,
Do you keep it?
Her annoyance,
And her answer,
Was brief:
‘Some collect wealth,
Others, trophies of their successes.
For me, collecting moonlight works.
I collect it in my heart
Along with the memories
Of the pleasant nights spent
Basking in the moonlight.’
I do not know
What to make of this statement.
Though I trust those innocent eyes
And would rather not doubt
Her guileless conviction,
I think I would better leave it to you
To draw your own conclusion,
One way or the other,
In this strange affair.

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