The yellow winged eyes watched in wonder
as the single star danced in the sky
along its endless orbital path.
At no one moment were they closer
or so far away across the blue expanse
and the unimaginable distance
in the crisp, clear morning air.
Their faces moved in sincere imitation
like so many necks of a flowering hydra
rooted and stuck, but climbing so high
just to feel the placating touch
that warmed some and burned some,
and was most beautiful rising,
or leaving the day.


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