Lost
written by: Richard LeDue
@LedueRichard
Tiny
tracks
in fresh snow
ask us to follow
them,
but we have bigger concerns,
like the rising cost of winter boots,
whispering in our ears by numbing toes,
as we try to silently stargaze,
stranded with words like “beautiful,”
“breathtaking,” “speechless,”
while ignoring how many dead stars
abuse the speed of light
by telling the same lie
night after night.
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