I think of this poem as splattered on the page, like a constellation. There is that brightest star, it represents your smile. A portal of scintillating light. Last night I had a dream that you were dressed in black playing a George Frideric Handel keyboard suite (No. 11 in D Minor) on the piano. IContinue reading “Here is this star”
Planets and stars, an astral shower blew slowly from your mouth, like breath in winter, followed by nebulae, something like the Big Bang.