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radius

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radius
by devin wayne davis

should
a poet
wing

to a sun,
burnt out

1, 825, 000, 000
days from now …
how could it be that a flame
turns our world

so gold,
so blue …

and red …
then black?

for so many, many
miles in every direction

… until
some particular spot:

waving
between two stars …

and planets,
illuminated by other
suns, the farther
we’re away–

since this universe isn’t just
expanding, but pulling apart.

space is making room …
as a galaxy visits, crashes,
moves in with us.

for some
not too distant beacon gone
supernova, the moment
already
come.

then, eight minutes …
Why hasn’t it

dusted the chalk off
earth? today, a bee

… keeping
the holy opportunity