Stars

There are stars
and they’re burning
somewhere, billions of
miles away, and
I see them.

But there’s a haze
(at least)
between us and them
and all things considered,
the red road flares
out-beautiful
the stars,
at least tonight.

Posted by saxsquatch
Filed in poetry

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