Affair With A Star Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Peeking through the clouds occasionally
A lone star winks at me through the window
Forcing my attention away from late night TV,
Compelling me to notice it so far away, though,
Seemingly as close as the nearby streetlight
Which, of course, never flirts with me…ever
Even when it lights me to my porch at night.
Could the star be from "the twelfth of never? "
Perhaps a long-dead star, gasping final breath
Reaching out from a zillion light years away,
Before falling into a black hole called death
No light from you ever again to come my way?
So flirt with me, little star, in your final gasp—
I promise our brief affair will be a secret kept,
I will look for you when I lock the night hasp,
And think more about this speed of light concept.