how light stretches


the city lights below
the almost stars
hanging high over the bridge
across the bay

we rode the trolley
across town
thigh to thigh
on the hard wooden seats

searching for constellations
you slid a bit closer
your eyes clouding
when I kissed your hair

blueshift tells me
every day the
Andromeda galaxy
is moving towards us

but you pulled the cord
at the next stop
the light stretching, redshift,
as you walked away

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. m lewis redford
    Jun 15, 2017 @ 06:48:56

    oh … ; there was a shock, made me return to the beginning – without reading; beautifully constructed


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