Why do the flugelhorn stars
touch so many of us?
Just a bit closer to the mountains
born across thousands of planets.
Mountains all across many homes
we look at
in the midsummer sky
remembering something
we carry in our blood.
Our eyes call out.
Joyous.
Celebratory.
Lonely.
These are gold, far off
flugelhorn stars
that
our theories of physics confirm
these
theories that made and make us.
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