Rarely do we recognize our stars


Rarely do we recognize our stars
the very first time we see them.

Shining. Whole.
Stretched out on a wooden deck
burgundy rain coat,
faded jeans
and teevas.

Most stars don’t complete their voyage.

The end goes like this:
As fuel runs low,
the star creates less heat.
Without heat to counteract
the gravitational pull,
the star contracts.
Folds back into darkness.

Not everything is made to last.

The one I love
refuses to burn out.

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