She started with a grin Colorful tin tube pressed into hand You need to change your perspective she told me with a wink Pressing the tube to my eye The rearrangement of the bookshelf on the ceiling and the walls Got me thinking How each and every word stretched atomically Makes sense in different directions


I had to circle back around, collecting the leftover stars Did not mean to leave those behind In my excitement of the evening I departed Before the deed was done So [she puts her hands on her hips] Would you gather stars with me?

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