Catch a falling star
stow it in that special creel
the one you have to keep
your celestial things
careful now
they burn
utmost care
wouldn’t hurt
to preserve
the finer points
of fallen bodies
drops of water
from a magic wand
release holy
star-steam
the vapors soothe
deep breaths
bring the heavens inside
change you
cause you to rise
and swell
magnificent
so that those around
will make a wish on you
if you’re the first
they see tonight
Someday you’ll fall
burn the lights
descend in graceful arc
it’s the fate we suffer
us celestial things
© Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 