The Bureaucratic Wishes of Stars

If it had no earlobes, I
Would still hang earrings
From this impossible
Plight, in blatant
Obvious ways resound
With duplicity, fulfill the
Bureaucratic wishes of
Stars.
I would pick up the footprints of
Square white daffodils,
Call out to ships in an upside down harbor
As the sun rises into the sea

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