Remembering the Stars
wooden deck railing, stained then worn
standing alongside, staring towards
a sky lit by magic, a wall of little stars
waves wash at shores, below decking
crabs must pick at all those loose shoes
set aside to wash, mud covered lost
lake wind breathes rustle hairs
inhaled deep into, eyes tear too
time behind unending,
long days pass in blur
walking past the docks
one last look at the rocks
now the breeze has died
rentals blind the retina
and world seems so grey
on the way
so far away
remembering the stars
and the way they like to play.
6/11/22 - Andy McRae
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