Sally Molini
……….*They’ve been used
before, the stars, roughed up, perused,
abused as proof or reason.
Star as subliminal straw,
as sidereal catch-all
when choice dwindles to restless
vague infinitives—
……….to plot, to hope
or divine by a circle of plasma.
All that vast middle space is
just right for prediction, the distance
between now and who knows,
where elementals grow, blue stragglers
merge and dwarves, once timid
nebulae, no longer cluster toward
their future.
……….Sometimes the obvious
can be cloudy when it’s personal,
the body not seen for what it is,
fate here and gone, always
moving on, a trace of solar flare
mixed with the volatile
present, a solid translation
of the old liquid flow.
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Sally Molini is a freelance writer whose work has appeared in or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Avatar Review, LIT, The Pedestal, The MacGuffin, Hanging Loose, and elsewhere. She is a graduate of Warren Wilson College’s MFA Program and is currently working on a first book. She lives in Nebraska.
