It's Still Life

A BOOK CALLED HUNTING FOR STARS
            … assuming that stars are black and white

It might be a Friday,
in a rainstorm,
winter probably,

and I’ll slip away
as you read me lines
of century old poetry or prose
about humanity’s steps with

answers why we
don’t have sinks full of time,

and I’ll find myself on a road,
agreeably alone,
on a journey to visit myself,

and that day
will not be like before.

I’ll look at the enlightened sky,
a bottomless witness to my
black moods and white days,

and I’ll wonder why I only saw
night and burning stars before.

And I’ll be on a road,
it might be a Friday,
in a rainstorm,
winter probably ….

and everything will be clear
as black and white.

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For Miz Quickly’s Day 7 “Black and White” and Go Dog Go Café . “Hunting by Stars” The title of a book is included in the title or the body of your poem. ©Misky 2022. Shared with #GoDOGGoCafe  #GreatReadsPromptChallenge #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter.