Nothing Of Stars Poem by Tony Noon
Nothing Of Stars
Between the doorway
and fireworks a year
is changing and all our
conceits, all our deceits,
are falling back to earth.
Melting in parallel they
are unjudged, offering
no clues going forward.
Broadcast like seed on
hardened ground, they
are a coarse blueprint
of a place we thought
we knew, a place we
liked to call our home.
Remnants of fireworks
know nothing of stars.
Tony Noon
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