So these are the night’s final stars.
So my voice has changed.
There is no lack of music in my youth.
I will count my age by the length of my hair.
Doctors do not lie
but they do.
The shadow is precious because you can see
it. It is not what you wish, but it is.
When we bid goodnight to the night’s final stars,
the doctor had what he called a “change of mind.”
According to him, the organic
relationship was reversed:
the health of the solar helix hinged on the health of the boscage on earth.
Shannon Tate Jonas Poetry 