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A Farmer of Stars
I scoop the stars
Into my palm
In waters gathered from the storm
Each star
a world
Slipping slowly from my palm.
I wander
With the receding star
See the light
From afar
I reflect on
The moving light
Of what just might have been
Dreams swept by that moment’s delight.
Loss, always loss
Of the star
That was never mine
Each
A desire
Spawned by a passing wind
That moves the clouds
Which can but hide
A star
I thought was mine
Beyond reach
Cupped in my palm
Lingering for a moment
The twinkle so near
I try to hold them
A prisoner of my mind.
Copyright 2006 Baru Gobira
poem
by
Baru Gobira
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