Friday, December 19, 2014

The Waking Giant

I rest my feet 
upon the coffee table 
and superclusters 
untold years away 
support their weight. 
I scratch behind 
the ears of Pluto 
and Andromeda 
wags its tail. 
I place my arm 
around a maple tree 
she’s a lovely 
friend and universe. 
I rubbed my eyes 
this morning; stars 
emerged to clear 
an age of sleeping.

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