A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Last night I saw you in the Valley of Stars.
“Ghost country”, you called it,
As you floated through the rock formations like a prophet in love with the loss of gravity,
Or a poet seeking a vanished metaphor.
When I asked if you knew the name of the star whose fall to earth had created this miracle,
You smiled and said the name of your favorite poet,
And then a second time,
Copyright 2017 Kareem Tayyar