Cosmos
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Poem
On an eyelash I wish
someone would whisper
“It’s the cosmos, darling.”
I wish for a twilight drip
of their stardust on my shoulders
and fixate my rootless eyes to ground,
who’ll say, “I’m here
from where you entranced
this flash, luminously.”
The only pair of spectacles
that drifts down the track
crash into me, reflexively, where
there is plenty of empty
space for the train to emanate
yet only darkness arrives.
more by JULIA GARI WEISS
Photograph by Josh Felise
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