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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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MINING IN THE NIGHT SKY

 


 

A satellite skips between quarried stars

in the tourmaline sky. A red-eye jet 

streams east, trails a horse's tail of mist

over the face of the near moon.

 

I slip into the mica night, watch

wayward fireflies toss kisses

to the stars, trace the plane,

gray like slate, wish

fly me away to Marrakech.

No aeronautical engineer

or astro-physicist, I

 

understand nothing

except the limits of language

to mine words

that glide on wings,

like polished stones.


    -Jo Barbara Taylor