Nocturne

by Max Cavitch

I begged the stars
for something small;
I wished the stars
would something shine.

I saw the stars
as something fine;
and longed to go
among them all.

I dreamed a life
sidereal;
and hoped the badness
to confine.

I watched the stars
for any sign;
for something that
would not appall.
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I know the stars
were never mine;
I wish the stars
would something fall.

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Max Cavitch is a writer, teacher, and photographer who lives and works in Philadelphia. His most recent poems, aphorisms, and translations have appeared in Brittle Star, Grand, Philosophical Salon, Politics/Letters, Stone of Madness, and Stone Poetry Quarterly.