Poetry

by Pete Holly

One night-A soul ignite-and then was birth,
The very real soul of a distant star-
We here on terra-firma-Could see it--Flicker
and so determined nothing finer could be seen-
-Than distant fire-

The millions of one-and billions of two-
make trillions-we can't count-
-any higher-
to do that i'm afraid-we must hire a chamber maid-
and then tell her-we'll pay her by the hour