nebulae discuss
all sorts of stars to birth
how many each kind
if stars go along
the nebulae’s decisions
all creation wills
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nebulae give birth
we have stars like tree buds’ spring
there are so many
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photo by NASA Hubble Space Telescope on Unsplash
sun and moon and stars
small stars introduce or close
there is dawn or dusk
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photo by Lydia Gulinkina on Unsplash
Wondrous
I love you
Says the Lord
Which is
Why
I made you a world
With stars around it
And isn’t it
Grand
The starlight
To give you something
Wonderful
To dream
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Starry
I guess I’ll leave the stars up there
and make some new ones here
with glue and glitter,
lots of glitter,
sweeping up
after.
And I’ll find a paper-punch
and string
to set them from below at heights and
up high tape or (more) string or something:
maybe,
you know,
a coat-hanger
and use the hook on top
to have a mobile,
stars of mine
and my own dreams.
And if you ask,
I’ll talk about them—stars
and stories,
you know,
share them.
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Photo by Borna Bevanda on Unsplash
(x = space)
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Start with a Star
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Stars
Start with our own
Star
It’s wonderful
And gives us leave
To try for now
To reach
Another one
Before
A billion years
When we must go
There
To survive
Further
To strive
And also
Thrive
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Which is the hallmark
Of our single race
In cooperation
With all other matter
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Strive
And thrive
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Until we meet
Another race
That thrives
By staying in one place
Those who explore
By sending tentacles
Or other metaphors
Out there
Out here
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We meet them
And someday
We really meet them
And might be friends
For different ways
Our differences
Enhances
x
Then cooperatively
We reach
Out and in
Some more
In fact
Throughout a galaxy
And then
Beyond the rim
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Stars we make
And then we make
x
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x
x
(x = space)
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Nearing Full
x
The moon is yellow
The sky is blue
The clouds are silver
The stars are white
The branches have no color
Except the color
Of porch lights
x
It’s late again
The air is cool
Maybe in the fifties
Maybe forties,
Which is not so special
As a sign of autumn
In October
In these parts
But the days and nights
Have been too warm
Now the season
Is announced
x
We’ll have the chilly fall
And with the drop
To cold
At a propitious time
Beautiful leaf colors,
True
Autumn review
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Photo by Eleanor Brooke on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Sextant
x
I have no idea how
One works
Somehow the sextants
Set
The way we need to take
In relation to
The stars’ own courses
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Like the lodestone
The sunstone
A compass
Or the stars themselves,
We go with an absurdity
Of faith
Considering how wide
The water
x
How minimal the shorelines
And they
Save us against
The ocean’s
Featureless horizon
x
A journey by design
Or an irony of pressing,
A crossing by
The sextant’s parsecs
Tentatively ending at
A port-of-call
x
And the decision not
To yield but
To carry on,
Wayward sailors
Wayward children
x
Seeking the
Navigator’s colors
x
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U.S. Navy Quartermaster 3rd Class, practices using a sextant as part of a navigation training aboard the amphibious assault ship USS Bonhomme Richard (LHD 6), 2018
By National Museum of the U.S. Navy – 180423-N-DL434-149, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70793138
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(x = space)
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weight of glory
x
what do we say
sometimes the weight is too much
it presses down like gravity
on a wide planet far away
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is there grace in the stars
the kind that made them,
I suppose
the love that means covalence
molecular intimacy
and from there through our bodies
back to the stars
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photo by Radu Chelariu on Unsplash
when I saw this at first, I thought it was a field of stars
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