For Maneera de Mel

Looking up
from a trampoline
that stretched surface
from which we fly
we see stars
that are still

Stars as permanent
as we are.

Light-years away
mortal as cells
they may already
have perished
and yet
there they are.

Jake Dennis (Western Australia)
First published in Speedpoets zine

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