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03 March, 2010

wednesday's poems

Stardust
by Kay Ryan

Stardust is
the hardest thing
to hold out for.
You must
make of yourself
a perfect plane--
something still
upon which
something settles--
something like
sugar grains on
something like
metal, but with
none of the chill.
It's hard to explain

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