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Stars Over Paris

By Gia Grillo From Issue No. 7

I know the stars are out there

dancing behind the heavy curtains

but I’ll miss them tonight


a warm voice burns from my TV

like a dying star

pulsar beat

and a train whistle


the tires burned, too

by the morning they’ll be gone

the stars

  I will lose them

but they’ll still be up there

meeting the broadcast voices

disappearing into the skygrill

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