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Nearest Star

Your dire love
and my bleeding heart are, now, distant,
like the nearest star and my sitting presence
on a red brick porch near Live Oak;
like the silver line of lights
just before morning,
and what is to be called midnight.

I wait,
watching for you,
but the drowsy sun is fast approaching,
rising from its hiding with,
or without, you.

I yawn...
The see through blue of morning skies are here now.
The moon's paper like reflection is barely noticeable.
I am still waiting for your love, however faint,
that fast dropping feeling within,
though we are distant and miles apart;
my porched presence and the nearest star.

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