32. Stars

Life.

 

Love.

well, it’s all the same to me….

 

 

/ sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da.

Van Morrison remembers when
we used to sing /
but I remember when we used
to dance / in between venus and mars /
precariously with our words.
Somewhere between these worlds
/ balanced on our toes
in inevitable fandango /
a star stream of beauty
somewhere, here on earth.

The End

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