my reach

I dream of shooting stars,
but my feet are mired in thick mud
and the sky is far away.
My reach too short,
no words spun like a spider's web,
to catch them
in deceptively strong fibers.
Teased by its evanescence,
it eludes me, leaves me
earth-bound

 

Richmond, VA

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