Thou
I think you are chosen
for greatness.
Stars hover over
your shake roof,
an uninsurable fire hazard
where flame wanders
on wind at whim.
The dumbed-down science magazine
I read religiously says
I’ll meet 2.4 people like you
in my lifetime, though 1.1
will squander their moment.
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About the Author
Patty Seyburn, Assistant Professor at California State University, Long Beach, is author of three books of poems: Hilarity, Mechanical Cluster, and Diasporadic and co-editor of POOL: A Journal of Poetry.
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