(to the memory of my Grandfather handing to us on a summer's day,
star wheels, star maps you could turn to see the summer constellations...or winter, or spring, or fall...)
this is a dream of stars he may have said in a dream
I had recently that I forgot when I woke up
the dream of stars the way they used to be seen
from our backyard?
when someone had that dream before you
and couldn't get out of their head the music of
the spheres, remember?
or was that earlier.
new mists have come to be and they
cloud everything now.
even in the National Geographic
but this is your dream of stars you won't remember
this is what they say to you in fairytales when
you see something rare before you're meant to:
you won't remember this when you awake.
go back to sleep. you're in the house
you used to know my Grandfather smiled
a far away smile when
my Grandmother lullabied and they were
eating ice cream in a midnight kitchen
and we were all laughing.
mary angela douglas 15 march 2015
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