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one sleepless night i loooked up

the big dipper at 330

Readingby Josyf Hayda10 Dec 2015

its too bad.
because
the hours I keep
I never
see the
silent,
screaming
night
sky;
the stars,
Bronx back alley dice
whizzing by,
remind me
that
no matter how
much I want
to fall
i’m
always
lifted.
so head drifting
in awe
i turn to
a splat of light
northeast
but
see
only
a lit question mark.

21 Nov 14