Stardust Poem by Mark Heathcote
Stardust
A black lambskin purse
a status of subtle wealth
caviar leather
mountain avalanche
I am flung against the ropes
the wind packs a punch
willows bend - don't break
weep to the floor - sprout some more
green caterpillars
Fire tempers steel
memory - metals reshape
love is a coiled spring
fossil fuels burnt
life converts all energy
yet - we are stardust.
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