YVONNE

YVONNE
A starry night appeared that day
when she drew back her kitchen blinds
Illuminated dust had formed a galaxy above her sink
She paused to name some constellations
Trajepterox
The Weary Traveler
whose seventeen swirling points of light betray no sorrow
Cyndronema
The Fortune Teller
her dusky hexagon hidden from most
And flickering faintly
Descending gently towards the coffee maker
A star she’d only dreamt about
Yet here it was
And so was she
Hovering