You spy one bright star gleaming brighter than the others. Dream it is yours. Tears splattering the red dust. Again you try Climbing the black branches of an oak tree.
Clouds lick the thick leaves At the top.
Reach Try and fail one time for every wink of a star for every leaf on the tree for every shining blossom in the Milky Way. It is yours. This original poem was selected as a Finalist in the Sixth Tri-Annual Blue Mountain Arts Poetry Card Contest. At Home Corporation. All rights reserved.