stargaze

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May 9 by The Running Son

stargaze

im trying to make pace in a world
spinning way too fast. stars
or negative space tracers create
the illusion of a wake,
suggesting a break from stasis

like how late may love
warms clear into november threatening
the reality then present: snow packs,
and the arctic domes capping
dream cottages, those pleasant

glowing homes suited to unseasonal
lava baths and lurid
bursts from inertia. the crescent
moon had her sun to fetch
but the sun was running and running.

memories too long ago
to tangle in, plus
i’ve a hurling universe still stretching
and stretching
to catch.

 

 

 

by Jim Aldrich (:

©2013 JimAldrich

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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