Star Gazer

The man who
loved me forever
told me once
he slept on
Cherokee ground,
under a tent
made of stars,
…..dreaming of me.

It was mythology
of course —
his and mine.
An optical illusion,
those celestial bodies
rising forever
to dance
across the sky.

We were the ones moving
slowly…..slowly…..slowly…..apart,
from that first, brief collision
now only starstuff

dusting

…..memory

……….and poems.

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