the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Dreams Unattainable

As I drag trashcans to the street, I see a star
My breath forms ice; my short sleeves shiver,
The grass’ shadows hide my toes
I have not mowed.

I will never see my star up there up close.
And never withhold food for forty one days.
I never will be pure energies so to not even care about my necessities.

My star twinkles and vanishes for a millisecond
I cry a tear for what cannot ever be held even as a dream.
It is a plane. It obeys gravity like me and will fall to the Earth.


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