Disconnect
stars hang above
suspended like so many
sick children – distant
in other countries
look up, look down
how to ever know them?
this is all old news
faces and light, trapped
in separate frames
images still travel,
are understood as physical
wonder when the day will be
to reach out, reach them
before they burn out.
Copyright © Emily Harris | Year Posted 2011
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