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Alnilam by Lawrence Moore


into the freezing winter garden

life's acceptable price to behold the clear night sky.

Skip over dogs and bears

to find Orion

with its less than subtle hint of a greater hand.

Focusing on the centre,

I grow unsteady,

the vertiginous drift of a fool who has climbed too far.

Surely it's natural for me

to lose my bearings

when I gaze at a thing two thousand years removed.

Lawrence Moore has been writing poems - some silly, some serious - since childhood. He lives in Portsmouth, England with his husband Matt and nine mostly well behaved cats. He has poetry published at, among others, Dreich, Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry and The Madrigal. @LawrenceMooreUK

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