Starshine

Energy runs
downhill
that’s the law :
hot things cool
and engines
run out of steam

sooner and later
are part of
the narrative

my first letters
were shaped
using a stick
of chalk on slate

before I was
bumped
onto graphite
and paper

sooner and later
ARE
the narrative

behold the moth
behold the dust
left in the wake
of woodworm

One day
the entire sun
will be
cosmic dust

Where is Flora
the beautiful
Roman flower ?
Where Abelard
and Heloise ?

Dust

John Lyons

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