heaven

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the stars got stuck for a few of days now
and they keep reminding me that i need
human touch. i don’t know what thawed
this spring, but as the equinox approaches
i am budding with want and i gaze up
towards an unfamiliar heaven that won’t
reach down to crown me in cherry
blossoms. i don’t know how to explain
to little me that his outstretched arms,
barely scratching the horizon, will be
met with even less now. how to let him
harden his little fists for just a moment, one
clench, before i show him, again, how to
brush the air with soft fingers and surrender
to the pull of gravity. if we are to be, if we
are to be at all in this world, let us be
dancers.