Stars
Do you ever lean back on
the cool summer grass at night
and look up at the stars?
Do you ever see the pictures?
Do you ever connect the dots?
Do you hear the stories about
dippers and bears and warriors
and such?
Do you admire the beauty
of the inky black blue sky
and the twinkling nightlights
trapped inside,
like fireflies in a spider’s web?
Have you ever wondered
what they’re made of?
Maybe gas and light
or fireflies and rain?
Maybe angels and dreams?
Have you ever watched them appear
as the sun is chased off to bed?
Have you ever watched them disappear
as they drift away to play again soon?
So have you ever leaned back
on the cool summer grass
and wondered what I
have wondered?
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