Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

Dull Stars

By John Cody Gilbert

evening shadows burn,

fading to cinder or ash

when night comes;

 

those that remain, they

are stars, dying too;

 the pinpricks of dull light

 

so numerous:

shadows of the night

of the mind.

It must be odd for...

I kick around the dust...

There is a horrendous roar...

if the mountains call for...

when you’re at the bottom...

I love you mint chocolate...

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