Tonight I saw a star twist out of place
streak naked through the near-dark sky
and disappear.
Tongue-tied I watched it land -
would you like my wish?
I will track it down,
wrap it in tin-foil
to keep it warm,
tie it with a promise
and leave it lying
by your window.
wishes
(like love and cookies)
should be made.
It is the making
that is most important.
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2 comments:
Love this. Just love it.
I told you I didn't understand this poem. I feel as though I do now. At least, it's taken on meaning to me. But I don't think it really matters -not really. It's beautiful anwyways. I especially love the first part.
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