"The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson



Friday, April 22, 2016

Star Field

A blanket on the grass, the two of us
gazing into midnight.
You watched for meteors, satellites,
anything that moved.
I watched for them too. But all too soon
you’d seen enough and we headed back,
you folding the blanket and I the unused map
of the steady constellations.


~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write a poem with the title "Star ____.")

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