Saturday, December 3, 2011


The star burns
A thousand lifetimes away,
A giant to our little sun,
A speck in my dusky morning sky.

Some billion tons of gas,
He dangles like a teardrop
From the crooked limb
That cuts across my windowpane.

My eye, resting on sleep’s pillow
Gazes at him.
 I blink, I move so slightly,
And he’s gone.
A flaming, writhing, mammoth star,
Obliterated by a twig.
I shift, and he’s there again,
And I know how fallible is man.

December 2, 2011
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