if i could chance to pluck a star
and place it on your desk
i’d wrangle down cool sirius
– he’s brighter than the rest.
i should really like to gather
venus from the sky
not for all time, but just a night
to read you stories by.
we might go wading in the thames upstream
when dusk has turned from noon
and when the sun is finally set
we’d swim under the moon.
or rise at dawn to catch the light
of jupiter and mars.
we’d nab them both like lightning bugs
kept captured in glass jars.
we’d listen to the perfect songs
as the ecliptic rotates ’round
and ponder what the ancients saw
from atop some mystic mound.
and dearest, in your hand, you’d find that
sirius is really two.
double stars can’t be unmatched:
their gravity is true.