Sunday’s star is slow in rising.
Taking time to brighten up.
Monday’s star is looking mindful.
Flickering on the darkest nights.
Tuesday’s star, unsure, unsteady.
Whether to shine or hide away.
Wednesday’s star was always crazy.
Lighting up the dullest days.
Thursday’s star is big and bright.
Alone in the sky on special nights.
Friday’s star seems unprotected.
A lonesome light, just for dreams.
Saturday’s star is always shining.
Yet it’s the hardest star to see.

1977, November


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