by Sharon Bryan
hackberry, hemlock,
live oak, maple, why
name the remains
after the blade, not
what it cut—
only now do I see
that the air is full
of small sharp stars
pinwheeling through
every living thing
that gets in their way.
Image: Flickr- Horia Varlan
Image: Flickr- Horia Varlan
Awesome! Just followed you :)
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J.H. Myn
http://jhmyn.blogspot.com
I love this poem...and then I saw this picture--I saw a galaxy of stars and orbital rotations and conflict and thought it fit the poem perfectly.
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I liked that.
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