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The Starfish
Our old familiar homestead
Steadily drifting from this girl’s fingers,
nothing in her hair that won't turn it grey.
If she could only feel she’s done any good,
when all she’s got is a birdfeeder by the yard
that’s been full for all of her petrified time.
Counting on her starfish
To play her little northstar
But there’s never change in moons
When she churns the water again.
She just wonders where.
Doesn't know the dusk, despite
The wind chimes by her bed.
Thinks she's known a city
But the air-filter scatters her thoughts again.
Until she can't even remember
Where she ever wanted to go,
Never making her way
To the brooding silhouette on the mountaintop.
She cries as this plane flies on by
And nothing ever changes for this lost little girl
When she churns the water again and again.
Last edited by EvenlySpaced : 02-13-2006 at 12:39 PM.
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