The Star: Poem by Miriam Sagan

The Star

west on shabby Agua Fria street
in the solstice dusk
to the village itself
where strands
of blue lights
hang in otherwise
bare trees
and the occasional
solitary star
adorns the roof
of an old lady
whose son-in-law put it up

from this tender portion
of what I call my world
we watch
Saturn and Jupiter
conjunct, appear
as one
while in reality
they are
456 million miles

with you driving
and me
riding shotgun
in the passenger’s seat

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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