Stargazing
My
father bought me stars,
a
small constellation
splayed
across wax paper,
picked
from a wooden bin
between
clothesline and fuses
at
Carpenter and Webber’s Hardware.
One by
one
he
pasted them
on the
ceiling above my bed.
“Leave
the shades up today,
then
when it’s nighttime,
the
stars will come out.”
At 7:30 the Lone Ranger
began his fight for law and order
on the white Crosley
next to my bed,
where I lay safe
beneath my very own galaxy.
The galaxy set in order by a carpenter's hand and enhanced by a hero's story?
ReplyDeleteLovely images.
Linda O.