Thursday, May 4, 2023

Star

What is more banal than a star,

More hackneyed than: “they shine afar?”

Each one is just within our sight,

An ageless remnant of delight. . . . 

Uh, I meant to say of old light.

The Milky Way is such a bore;

It proves the old saw that more

Is less, babes in a matron’s dress,

Secrets we never fail to guess.

I stare at them under duress.

But when I look into your eyes,

Their light is as new as sunrise.


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