Starfish

Starfish

A broken starfish becomes,

in the course of time

two new ones.

No loss or memory of loss

although equipped

with a collection of eyes.

 

The rapture, the healing

of starfish

in the middle of so much blue

is remarkable.

 

They are used to growing miracles.

They are used to reaching out

and finding what they need.

 

No one ever tells them

they are merely husks

that were shed

from the burning stars above.

 

2013-12-10T21:39:11+00:00 Poetry, Uncategorized|

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