{ Greg Hewett: What the Stars Will Bring. }

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What the Stars Will Bring
by Greg Hewett

When there's nothing left
Consider the stars fading overhead,
A stranger passing on the bridge,
Random words overheard.
Forget astrology.
Take the stars literally,
The bridge as metaphor,
The stranger as familiar.
Take metaphor as metaphor.
Carry the stranger over
To Orion at zenith,
To a noir hero
In the shadows of the pier.
Every step desire.
Every step disaster.
It isn't written in the stars.
It is written in a constellation
Of syllables collapsing
Along your synapses
Into electric silence.