Interpreting the Stars

by Kyrin Sturdivant

I leave these words a loose leaf, 

printing on pages, turning, 

even on the flip-side,

dangling from a ballpoint pen,

etched within tablets, tabbed left 

or right footed in the binding 

between rapping of tongues

on tooth-turned step stools 

reaching for an audience, 

beaming across the distance 

to unbridled ears. 

Rumors tend to antiquate in many rooms;

oared, pushed across a leaflet,

predictions pressed across press,

dancing across the page

and mind. The room

in which the page opens doors to outside 

the stars, not paparazzied, but miring you 

in steady gaze.

Lights across the sky

could tell a story

of heroes thrown

to victory in the stars 

by gods whose names, written and rumored,

rest now on planets 

said to be distant from Earth.

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