lovers of stars for their own sake, equations
distances to the suns how numerous you are and beautiful
you secret astronomers, backyard gazers at the Moon
amateurs. lovers of things for their own sake
and not the progress you can make
what music you have made even without the aid of investing angels
on your own, seeking no renown at all
extoling then...the clouds, collecting only their names
needing no worldwide fame
surely there is a Heaven just for you
who paid the rose its due and the Maker too
you shall be wreathed with flowers
at rest in a golden dower
who loved the quenching rains
the vastness of the plains
who wept in joy just to be born
in time to see the sunset over the strivers
who pushed you all around
to get the best view in town.
mary angela douglas 24 january 2021
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