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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Environment · #1767842
A Childhood memory
Stars shining through the black confetti of night
recall memories of another time:
I am a child
sitting by the window
in my grandparents’ living room.

I am a child waiting
for the first blush of dawn
to scatter
the blue blossom of morning
and extinguish the blaze
of sparkling Polaris.

I am a child watching
as soot rose
from the striped chimneys
of a zinc smelter,
across my line of sight
blistering my joy,
as it bled the day of color.
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