| Poetry | ||
| Dwight Stevers |
| Journey |
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| - for Bobby |
| The scene has no dialogue.
The traveler hesitates, unfolding a map of stars. And somewhere other sunsets blink like so many scarlet and turquoise lovers, catching up to find each other. Pluto is gone. Persephone is released. The time-traveler waits as the galaxy shifts and is nowhere mentioned. The course has been set. He must go in, into Vulcan's fire, into Solar Plexus One, into Mind... And somewhere other travelers hesitate like so many gods, like so many stars. |
All poetry © 1977-2005 Dwight Stevers