I am bringing wheelbarrows of stars to your front door... One by one I slip them into envelopes and feed them into your mailslot. And though you are not in, I will let them pile up in your hallway. And when you finally return, find your way home from dark & cold: There will be a wondrous, as yet unexplored private constellation waiting there for your delight, for you to discover... I secretly hope that (one by one) you'll empty your stars into a bath tub, add vanilla, make a bonfire of the envelopes to heat the water... And bathe in starlight!!
(c) Brent M Harpur, 11/7/2012.
"As if you were on fire from within /
the moon lives in the lining of your skin." (Pablo Neruda)
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