Starry One
Astraea
The Starry One
While they slept
she folded up
her two sisters
between two great wings
holding them tight
like she was protecting them
on the LA Metro Red Line.
The next day
nothing happened to them
while they walked to work.
A few feathers fell
which others
picked up and slid
into purses, pockets
or hair.
She awoke
in an empty warehouse-
Los Angeles Street-
and waits,
nearly bound, struck by daylight,
no longer a star-
barely a goddess.
Copyright © Douglas Brown | Year Posted 2023
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