In a city field
A star
Made of metal
About two frisbees long
Stuck in the ground.
What an interesting industrial
Scrap.
He lifted it up.
It took some effort
But he managed to free it from the earth.
Turns out the star
Was hallow.
In the ground the star shape.
Held in the air the hallow star.
He called the relationship
Of the two
The birth of stars.
naïve haircuts 
This is a great poem. I can guess the transformative theme that can be appreciated in some of your other poems. You’re a fabulous writer, naïve.
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Thanks Jei. I was hesitant about this poem, so I’m glad you commented on it.
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It’s a very good poem. You won’t get me to change my mind. 🤨
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Thanks again. And what I gathered from reading your posts, talented, well traveled and well read, fellow writer.
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