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Mike Bell/ May 27, 2023/ www.mikebellpoems.com

Mine were Bill’s unnumber’d sparks
above Australia
[he never knew that
view] –
almost equal in night surf as
phosphorescence’s creep –
they add
up to more & more than every grain
underfoot –
on a dark beach I was in
my manned flight around earth –
our named stars will be ever shaded
in our time –
it bends but will not fix
without near-switched intervention

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