A Night in Orlando

an evacuation poem

Can you see the stars? I don’t know. I haven’t looked up

I forget

what I can’t see.

When I see

nothing-

my dreams

wishes

realities

scars

b link bl ink bli nk bl i nk

the present

the past

the future

the kings

the lords

the thieves

Can’t you see the stars? I don’t know. I’ll look up.