as long as
one star keeps
at it, our star,
then we are good.
we are warm and
safe, at least
it seems that way.
let the rest
blow out. we
don't need them,
they are frill,
they are fluff,
sparkling gems
tossed out like
an after thought.
they are what
you buy after you
have everything,
they are bling,
just God in his
playful way
showing off.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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