Starry Eyed: A Poem

I thought I saw it,
Spotted it
And captured it
With my hands
Or a lacy net
Like capturing
Bugs in the
Prettiest swath
Of summer.

I thought I found it,
So I crafted a pattern
From it,
Overlapped the boundaries
As if two
Didn’t exist.

I never wanted to be an
Astronaut,
Or even rub my hands
Across the belly
Of a starship.
Who knew wrapping
Your fingers
In between mine was
An identical expedition.

Those shapes
In your eyes
Were more than
An astronomy lesson,
A version of
Stars
Rarer than
Diamonds.

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