young blue stars hung above the prairies
over the blue grass
of the wagon wheel past
and God played the wind's harmonicas
and everything was fine
seen through a long range lens
or gazing at the young blue stars
in a tranquil moment
before the blizzard turned.
mary angela douglas 18 february 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Young blue stars… gazing at the young blue stars in a tranquil moment … nice