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Michael H. Levin: Poems and Prose
BRIGHT STAR
For Ben-O, a new grandson
Tonight a full moon
in an azure sphere of mist
sails by, while you, bright star,
serene and solid in the orbit
of your father's arm, touch,
grasp my thick finger, tilt
blue inquiring eyes. Son
of my son whose tiny movements
teach: why worlds cohere,
how fusion outruns speech.
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