I Can Hear the Stars

by on December 23, 2015 :: 0 comments

counting me, as if I were something
backwards that would eventually disappear
like morning. They giggle, check me
off their points, a not-too-human to-do list
that doesn’t really need tending,
just attention from a blind(ing) audience
as temporary as dream.

editors note:

One hell of a lag time; our answers won’t reach them before they’re gone in a flash of nova we’ll never see. – mh clay

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