Under a starless sky
I inch forward
Between heart stopping sweeps
Of an outpost searchlight
Darkness
A few inches more
Stillness
An explosion of light
Darkness
Darkness
A few inches more
Stillness
An explosion of light
Darkness
I found this map
Of Cassiopeia
Fourth planet circling
Alpha Andromedae
With instructions
For activating
The wormhole
At Stonehenge
it said, in a staccato burst of bold white stencils the building’s entire length. Eight windows sheathed in brown plywood, each with a stencil, right in the center.
A stencil, and bills. A few, or a pattern of eight or more. Posters posted over the admonition, over the order, “POST NO BILLS”.
She found that sad
The world was a more beautiful place
When magical creatures danced
A shame no one else knew the magic
“I hope at least one of them is,” I dead-panned.
She giggled, “Only in a good way!”
He snuggled in
Rested his chest
Against her heart
Which she loved
Waving goodbye to Patime, who sold baskets, Zuhra aimlessly made her way across the street, being careful to take in all the sights of the nearly closed marketplace before innocently stopping outside Tahir’s shop.