Poetry, Part 1

[serai]

Gacked from ink_gypsy and mews1945, that poetry thing that's going around. I no good at this "pick just one" thing, so I'm going to post more than once. Here's my first one.

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My heart trembles like a poor leaf.
The planets whirl in my dreams.
The stars press against my window.
I rotate in my sleep.
My bed is a warm planet.


-- Marvin Mercer
P.S. 153, Fifth Grade, Harlem
New York City, NY (1981)

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This was the epigraph to the first chapter of Carl Sagan's novel Contact.