For Maneera de Mel
Looking up
from a trampoline
that stretched surface
from which we fly
we see stars
that are still
there.
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
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
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