433,8 light-years



Boy play by the river

Eleven twelve thirteen

Yet not enough stones

One shoe still float

No stone could sink it

Deep enough


Violet signals

It could be a star

Or a spaceship

Light on and off

Eight nine  then a pause



Searching in groups

In pairs  trees and creek

Going east west south

North star holding still

A boy looks at his hand

Lights on

Somehow he can see right through it





Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2018-01-29 at 19:36

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