like sprinkled salt
the stars are out.
they are everywhere
in clusters,
the shaker has spilled
and emptied.
you feel as if you
could reach
up and grab a
crisp handful to
bring them down.
the heavens seem
so close
when health is good,
when bills are paid,
when love, even
if it's an illusion,
abounds.
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