stars rise and leave
their apologies below the horizon—
they form constellations of pride
and vigor when the celestial ceremonies
laced with May Pole dances around Polaris:
the beams are candy, luminous
and luscious, still lingering on my tongue
as they come into my eyes:

the sky has every right
to hold its beaming head high
after making this night and moon

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