Blooming star, ancient beacon
of beyond, burning years
upon centuries ago,
shining down and arriving now,
soon or sooner to be gone.
Soon or sooner to—
oh soundless glow,
one of many luminescent pebbles
sprinkled along my wide skyline,
does your light carry
some message? Have you
come so far simply
to be beautiful? Perhaps
accidentally, a flicker
in the long catalog of memory—
barechested and boxers
bullcharging the ocean
braying ecstasy
midnight comes
between us
and you laugh
“yes, yestolife!”
under the big dipper
the strawberrymoon looms
night peels back
the afternoon like
a clementine citrus
sunset my toes
in the creek clutch
slickmoistmoss
rejoice
As I toward you—
As I slip into forgetting—
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