An Array of Stars
As I sat
a young man passed me
full throttle
on his way
up a hill--
above him
an array of stars;
I wondered
which he would choose
till he fell back to earth
a magnet of reality
its bloody gauss
called history…
at last to understand
why I write poetry
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