The stars win again:
manage, tonight, to stare down
unflinching hardwood
(no matter where he might move
it will always be like this)
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Midweek Motif — Looking At Stars
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
You manage to convey so much thought in so few words
The image here is so grand. Invincible. Love the title.
I can’t help but wonder if this is the work of insomnia. (But, really, what do I know?) 😉
The forest is magical but the stars are majestic. Even the hardwood must bow to the night.
Something we can depend on. Let us give up doubt. Let them always win. Bravo!
One thing we count on is that beauty, when we look up, inspiring our dreams of the great mystery.
Precious invincible stars…They bring me courage and comfort
Invincible. Nice thought for stars
I love looking at those invincible stars. Indeed, they will always win.
Well the stars do have much more experience than the watcher so best to admire them instead.
They always seem to win, don’t they? Not that I mind much. Your tight poem is almost dense enough to rival a star and it is as luminous.
Oh, what a poignant finish!
True!!
“Invincible”….is this grand cosmos! And …its breathtaking from all angles….
Beautifully done, Ron.