It's beginning to sink in that my holiday is over: a sinking so pervasive that all the Tim Tams in the world could not remedy it. I won't even try.
Instead, I'm listening to Coldplay. The song 'Yellow' is especially appealing; wistful yet cool and collected. It sounds like someone who has hope. It also references the stars, which are in my top five of All Time Favorite Things In The Universe. And so, two poems about stars, the future and something greatly missed. I promise to try for cheerier poems next post.
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Tomorrow
when teleports dissolve us close
to dark matter
put back together
better than Jack and Jill
atoms winging off
in search of
that time beneath the Milky Way
we had a camera and filled the frame
light spilled out giving up
photons to roll and scroll
galaxies set in motion
a longing like our own.
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Endymion
The gallery has this
shepherd statue.
Someone asks about the myth
and what it has to do
with the wandering of stars
before they take
final form.
I do not know.
His upturned mouth
resembles yours.
Love takes
the shape of its curve.
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