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Stars
a poem about witnessing stars
after you’ve sold your destiny for one small piece
of gold that you hesitate to change into the heavy
bits of leaden tender to be pressed into the damp
hands of vendors bowing in the street over their
intricate transactions
you make your way through the narrow avenues and
pretend to be unaware of the faces that watch you
from the windows of the houses stacked one against
the other
until you find those steps in the alley where the
darkness comes early and you slip through the
passage into the desert and watch the sun wash
like blood across the horizon
but the message left for you in the sand has
been erased by the wind and you must retrace
your way in blackness under stars as numerous
and cold as the coins weighting in your pockets
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