Feb 19, 2012


from one end of the spoke on a wheel
like a dried and curled leaf caught in a wind
the ends rotate in pairs

the stars you see in the sky
the sky that holds us today
today when we know
know all about the stars

that some of them aren't stars at all
in one of them, the wind bellows
no trees to stop it
it throws clouds of light, swarms of sand
smudges the edges like
charcoal on a hastily drawn sketch.

and finally, there are people on earth
on earth where everyone is happy
happy and sporting smiles for all to see
see them be happy
and they'd rather be watching a storm instead.

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