Stardust
Like smoke from Grandpa's old cigars,
I watch a swell of gleaming stars
drift in waves of brilliant dust
like crumbs from smoldering crust.
I wonder where they might lead,
which starving soul they might feed.
Like smoke from Grandpa's old cigars,
I watch a swell of gleaming stars.
Written: 7/5/2013
For Nette's "Stardust in an Octelle" contest
By Heather Ober
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