So many unanswered questions
& so many possible answers,
yet, there is only one—light:
the abundance of or the lack thereof—
light—those stars in the sky that night
were little lights, millions of years old.
They traveled all this way
just to see us laying here,
untouched, ankles rinsed
with dew & I ask you
Do you know which…
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