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Affair With a Star

Peeking through the clouds occasionally A lone star winks at me through the window Forcing my attention away from late night TV, Compelling me to notice it so far away, though, Seemingly as close as the nearby streetlight Which, of course, never flirts with me…ever Even when it lights me to my porch at night. Could the star be from “the twelfth of never?” Perhaps a long-dead star, gasping final breath Reaching out from a zillion light years away, Before falling into a black hole called death No light from you ever again to come my way? So flirt with me, little star, in your final gasp— I promise our brief affair will be a secret kept, I will look for you when I lock the night hasp, And think more about this speed of light concept. Written June 14, 2021

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Date: 6/14/2021 6:39:00 AM
Love this. Brilliant. God bless you. Love, Gina
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/14/2021 8:43:00 AM
Thanks so much, Gina. It is one of my favorites of all I have written, too.
Date: 6/14/2021 5:31:00 AM
"Could the star be from “the twelfth of never?” Absolutely! Loved this poem and especially this line.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/14/2021 9:12:00 AM
I may be the only man in the world who can fall in love with a star.
Date: 6/14/2021 4:38:00 AM
Mesmerizing poem that carries one on a beam of light to cosmos' birth and death. Excellently done, my friend, L MILTON! Blessings.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/14/2021 9:13:00 AM
Thanks so much, Demetrios. Little twinkling stars have a special place in my heart and, to think, many of them have been dead for years before I even saw them! Fascinating!

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