Poetry

16 years – Ally Ameel

it’s funny what i remember

i remember rules of numbers

and the smells of colors

and which animals belong in a zoo

and which don’t

but then come the little things i can’t recall

the day i turned 4

the color of papa’s eyes

hidden between wrinkles

the names of constellations

the stars are hidden

not by wrinkles

but by dust and gas

covering up parts of the sky

i used to want to go stargazing

there was a big sign

advertising a day in the park

when people came out

just to look at the stars

that they probably don’t know the names of

except for the big dipper of course

i wanted to see the stars

but i never did

i haven’t seen the sign in a while

we drive different ways

things have changed

but the stars haven’t

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