To me,

stars are like rogues,

stealing light for years at a time,

making relationships,

with open eyes,

willing partners,


in trust,

perhaps fiduciary,

account payable in allure,

checks cashed,

the vault’s become size-able now!

enough to hold,

my attention?

my intent?

the contents…

a safe deposit box sought,

favored song returned,

as a key is turned,

memories connected,

like one psychic drive-thru,

not so fast, food!

my thoughts are aflame,

so is the destiny I don’t believe in.




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