Poetry

Stars Like That

by

Edward Hanson

One night in the desert
the stars came out
not stars like you see
living in the city
where the lights
from the shopping centers
blot out the darkness
not stars like you see
when it’s humid
only a few get through
wavering feebly
noncommittal
tentative
No
stars that come
all the way to the ground
stars like polished crystal lights
tinkling against the
black shroud of space
like an orchestra
of wind chimes
made of glass
stars that fill your eyes
run down your cheeks
drip off the end of your nose
stars that fill your pockets
until they spill out
floating down
to lay at your feet
Yeah
Stars like that