Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}

the subway

There was a night when

The sky was just dark

No stars, no clouds, no moon

Empty

And I was riding the subway home

When I saw a man sitting 

With a bulging, quivering briefcase

And I wondered what was inside

A puppy

Or guns

But when he dropped it and it opened

Out fell all the stars that were meant for the sky

And they were even brighter and even more beautiful

Up close

Scattered across the subway floor

And reflecting off the glass windows

And his round glasses

And I could hear their echo in my heart

But they were meant for the sky

And it was only a moment of freeze frame beauty

Before catastrophe

And ricocheting embers of stars 

Burning holes in my skin 

And the subway car

And then they were out 

And I ran up the steps 

To watch them soar into the sky and find their places

Like helium balloons retreating into the distance

And the round glasses man

Stood next to me 

And blew away like too-dry clay

To join them in the sky

So I took his glasses from the cement 

Since he wouldn't need them anymore

And I set them on my nose

And I walked the rest of the way home

With holes in my new sweater

Underneath a starry sky.