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Astronomy by Ann Edmonds April 18, 2007 Lying on the grass on summer nights, My father liked to watch the stable sky, Predictable and still, Its patterns geometrical and sure. If a star should jar and fall, Its journey would be short, Auspicious, And worthy of a wish. My father did not wait to see The sky he left me Where now false novas crowd The constellations, Distorting logic and relation, Shifting, flickering, wavering, With borrowed light. When these inevitably fail, Wishes would be wasted On their fall About the author: I was born and raised in Galena, IL, before it became a tourist magnet. Yes, I eventually became one of those English teachers that you're always talking about. | | | |
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