Looking Up
night parades
its bouquet of lush cosmos.
a silver pistil ladles ocean,
sickles a falling star.
my eyes humbled,
small as the merest trilobite.
my heart the fossil of a rose.
these wild campfires of a scattered universe
always melt the stone.
Earth itself borne intimate,
partnered to sail
on heavenly flame.
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10/30 added "a" before "scattered universe" ... "falling star" replaces "slip of star" ...
7/25/22 "slip of star" replaces "streaking star"
7/24/22 multiple changes after poem goes up, within hours
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