There can be a lot of waiting,
but that’s ok, he noted
as we leaned into the night
and the sky became a window
to a thousand seasons past.
We named a handful of stars,
and I forbid myself to wonder
which ones were already gone,
or if any new ones were born,
their light yet to reach our eyes.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Hugh does not prefer to talk about himself in the third person, but if he did, he'd tell you he's in a self-imposed exile on the east coast of the USA, but still loves his former home in the Sonoran Desert. He is the author of Odd Numbers And Evensongs and Auditions For The Afterlife.
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