Dying Stars

The stars died today.
Somewhere in China.
They surrendered quietly,
Their magic
And their burning.
And the stars cried today.
Tears so white and hard
That in America I felt the pain of each,
As they fell with striking precision
Upon my back. My head.
My hands
That never wanted this.
Yet made it all the same.


Taryn Egan

©2001

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