stars arranging…

stars arranging themselves
according to old myths

blinking their fame
to the newest fans of the cosmos

o you are so fabulous
I could die of it!

what am I
if I lie

below the earth
below the sky

if burned to rise
to ash the sky

would the question be
not how but why

Maureen McLane, “stars arranging…”

From Same Life: Poems

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