A POEM A DAY

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THE ASTRONOMER

That SPIRITS sign is a bright beacon

Beckoning my business but 

I’m no longer a drunk and

My business lies above. 

That red-lit window is a bright beacon 

Beckoning my business but 

I’m no longer a trick and

My business lies above. 

That dark window is a dark beacon

Beckoning my business but

I’m no longer a burglar and

My business lies above. 

Above the liquor store,

Above the whore,

Above the dark third floor,

The roof is where my business lies. 

Everything eventually dies and 

Under these unending skies

I can finally rise

Above 

My past.