Flight
Tonya Eberhard
galaxies away from Earth,
stare down at clusters of mechanical stars
flattened, crushed by human thumbs and fists,
collected in handfuls, sifting through fingertips.
Under a canopy of strung-out stars
come wander through a
dimension unheard of
and timeless domains
of yesterday
Look — there is the St Louis Arch.
Names and memories
from its monumental bough,
full formed stars suspended
by the sky,