everywhere the stars
singing winsome melodies
on this endless night
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The tamarind trees
capture stars in their branches
and won’t let them go.
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Some fabulous bird
with seven stars in its beak
taps at my window.
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A spiral staircase—
just what I need to visit
the stars at midnight.
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The sunny courtyard—
underneath a wooden bench
seven stars huddling.
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Ignoring the wind,
she makes her way to the stars,
kissing them, each one.
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To keep him happy,
she stirred stars into his tea
and sang lullabies.
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We are clothed and fed
by stars dressed as grandmothers,
uncles and aunties.
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She entered the field
where someone had planted stars—
pumpkins were growing.
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With a mended broom
she sweeps stars from the carpet,
pins them in her hair.
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Solitary walk,
the pathway littered with stars—
who will sweep them up?
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So many stories—
more than the stars in the sky!
Who can tell them all?
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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