The Alien Wakes Up

Cold morning in Moscow Idaho.
Zipped up in a knitted sweater,
Jackie reading on the couch, Elvis the dog pressed
against my side in the recliner.
Lips and nose chilled.
Coffee mug emptied on the bookshelf.
if the stars were out,
if the storm clouds pulled apart
and the sun had waited another hour to rise
I imagine I’d find the stars
clustered close together
into the constellations I once knew
on the dark side of the planet I’m from.


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