it be ok sometimes | Interactive Poetry, Digital Art & Fantasy Worlds

  
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          I saw my first shooting star

when I was eighteen.

          I covered the grass with a blanket

and looked down on the creek.

          Listen carefully

for the sound of the stream.

          Be patient with light,

soon you will see.

          My new friend sat down,

(I thought then for the time being).

          then she pointed to it,

or maybe she reached

          as if she was trying to catch

a light bug for me.
        
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          It could have been missed,

another light gone unseen,

          had we been in a world

where we weren't

meant to be.

          It was a letter from Light.

I knew what it meant.

          This night is important.

This sign, I get.

          Our friendship is special.

Tonight is a treasure.

          I just saw my first shooting star

with my best friend forever.

  
          where they came from
        
          Do birds fly in a “V”

or is it really a “K”?

          and they got lost just like me

from where they came

            separate
            apart
            a piece
            misconceived
          
          I wonder which part

of the group chose to leave.
        
          the shape of leaving
        
          Would it be wrong

for the rest to keep going?

          If they chose to wait

would it be moping?

          Is carrying on

considered the only

            acceptable
            comfortable
            kind of hoping?
          
          Do birds fly in a “V”

or is it really a “K”?

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