I write this listening to a podcast
about Betelgeuze's fate, while drinking
hot coffee in a chill room as outside opens
a summer land of light, green in different
hues swaying outside the window-panes,
and I could go and walk in the sunshine,
hear the sound of gravel crunching under
my new dark blue shoes, but not yet; now
I listen to a report of the hoped death of
a star, awaited with breathless anticipation
like that of some famous and ancient
human, a crowned head to become too
heavy; respectful people hoping it would
go supernova so that they could mourn it
with joy, gaze at it blazing on the deep
blue sky across ages.
11.06.2023
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