she had mixed Scotch and wine
and was going to be sick, crying already
with shame as he pulled off the road
and helped her bend down
the familiar stars overhead were mute
they would not speak tonight of infinities,
beginnings and ends, singularities, Einsteinian
ultimate whys and whens
mere dots of light
more silent than the void they burned in
no match for the sobs and retchings at his feet
and a dog barking somewhere
distant
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Author:
Will Hiltz (
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Great write
Thanks, Tony36.
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Beautiful poem. Great images, great musings, man is so inconsequential to the infinite scope of the universe. Yet you keep us grounded in your poem with the little images like "a dog barking. " Well done. - Phil A.
Thanks for your kind words about the writing, Phil. Glad you liked it.
Will
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