Contributor: Tina J. Pinelli

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I cry
for want
of a watery science
to try
to explain
the heat
of who we are

I cry
fill the stone soles
of solid stellar orthodoxy
and wonder
when all our days burn down
when all our fires
smoke and smother
what ash will we inhabit?
What cold and ageless
bodies will we be?


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I write most often at work, but sometimes on my deck while watching the rain and the pines. This is my first published poem.