“Stars gazing backwards,” by Hunter Brown

Hunter Brown, Staff Writer

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Stars gazing backwards

 

Mississippi nights cemented in my brain as

my thoughts and me would lie across the trampoline, fascinated.

 

I could swear that the stars were staring at me,

investigating my brain as if it were being interrogated for a crime.

 

The stars were so small in my eyes,

my 11-year-old mind would float across the planets dodging meteorites left and right.

 

I was the king of the planet for that night,

but little did I know that the stars could crush me and my thoughts scaring my existence.

 

Those nights were the best of nights that year,

and those stars were my friends as I was theirs.

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