For A Feb 2025 Posted Poem Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Like pool hall hustlers, they gathered at night. Some twinkled dimly, some shone bright. I could only stand and stare. I'll make a punk sing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star", said a shimmering blowhard way up thar, only to be outdone by a shooting star, but the sun wasn't anywhere. Or, so, to me, it did not seem until Big Sol shot a beam that bounced off of the moon above, then off a blue-green orb's dark sea, into four open eyes that did not see, reflecting from me to you, you to me, as we fell in the hole of love.
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