That falling star is mine.

The one full of my wishes.

The dates and times bundled

like knotted twine.  It’s all there,

the broken hearts, skinned knees,

minced oaths and promises waiting

to be fulfilled.  Like the one

about my father.  His passing too

soon and the wish to hear him say

my name one more time.  There are

graduations.  Moving to new places.

New names and children on the way.

The tail of that star are the roads I’ve

Traveled, appearing now all somehow

straightened out.


There’s another falling star just to the

right of that one.  That’s mine too.


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