A star shot past the constellations, a firework flash, a
train light bright before it quickly disappeared to dark.
If I could board that train, I’d ride the rails to meld
with sunrise zipping up its rosy cloud coat after
wearing velvet blackness to dance madly with the moon.
I don’t know where train tracks end, I only want
to find that station where the universe returns
to birth itself.
published in Write Under the Moon
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