pinpointed

I dreamed a constellation
in my head

I arranged each pin
of brightness
just so

the horse
the wolf
the shape
that matches the outline
of my heart

with every beat
a new frieze arisen
and I dreamed
that I contained
all the things
they were

no need for me
to gaze up
to the sky at night
when I
carry all the stars


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #20: fly

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