New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
And all the parents shut their
Lights out
The night goes about its business with the teens
Carefully tucked in its pockets.
Posted in response to the challenge Stars.
, and then the astronomer actually looked up at the stars and forgot everything.
"Happy New Year!"
"I got a little lost; can you show me the way?"
"Inauguration day is just around the corner!"
"Welcome to eleventh grade. You're almost out!"
"Hi, my name's what's your name?
It’s a skull-shaped pot of wilted flowers on the porch waiting for the tide to rise, pick it up, and take it away to Dreamland, where it belongs.
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