Wig of Stars

The moon 
put on her wig 
of stars
that trailed across
the universe.

If I get
stuck 
out on the sun
please don't
try to comb
me out.

I am the farmer
that
plowed
the field of stars
in your 
field of vision.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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