Knight of Wands
I don’t wish on stars anymore, I wish
on the sun-our closest star-unstuck
from the night sky, which means I am
wishing all day long. Wondering what it is,
what you are:
gold dust desert
dance floor for the devil.
Can I see other stars from
the surface of the sun, up
above the world so high, can
anything twinkle in a sky beyond
solar flares? What I mean
to say is this: I am
unaware of the burn.
Love this! “unstuck/from the night sky” and “I am/unaware of the burn” – wow!
The progression of this poem is just amazing. Great poem!
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