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Of Siderial Time
As the evening's first star loosens
itself from the horizon to right ascension,
you loosen your shirt; and, sliding off your shoes,,
soar into the constellation of
uncommon poems in a poet's commonplace book.
Cares of the world fall, plummeting, away,
far below the eager glide of your soft, striped socks:
beneath the soft blue of your bellbottoms' cuffs;
soft blue, the color of the twilight sky.
Starward
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