The Future
Melissa Buckheit
This is what is meant by stars in the universe—
they brush away the dust of my face
completely.
Orange Mars
blue Venus,
we sleep as the dust of the mountain.
the wood we gather for the fire we make
sleeps into the mountain for millenia
this light contained only by stars or noctilucent insects
no hominid made to make energy
The sky closes, a door into the darkness
no more will remain than there
ever was.
With this we sleep, my love and I.
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Melissa Buckheit is a poet, dancer, and a photographer. Her work has appeared in nth position, Blue Fifth Review, The Drunken Boat, UA Poetry Center e-Newsletter, Pirene’s Fountain, Bombay Gin, A Trunk of Delirium, and Sonora Review. A chapbook, Arc, was published in 2007 by The Drunken Boat, and her poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes.