Trying to reach the stars

September 19, 2009
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Trying to reach the stars—
to grip that ripened beauty—
those celestial wings—folded like birds—
is futile.

The boy knows this—
that no matter how much he tries—
stretches—strains—
he will never reach the stars—

but still—he tries—
"why do you reach?" I'll ask
and he'll say "because—
if I don't try, who will?"





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