The Thing About StarsA Poem by Translated from BirdsongFreeform poemThe night is leaking through the little holes I don't think they should be I would put my eye up to peep through What does it sound like Moth holes in a theatre curtain When they said the Earth was He has not yet decided on the shoes Looking up into a mirror © 2016 Translated from BirdsongReviews
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