A falling star unbuttons the night
One bright syllable escaping the sky
It does not ask permission to vanish
It chooses the briefest kind of glory
Writes its name in heat, then forgets it
Below, we lift our unfinished wishes
like open palms
Pretending we are not also in the
middle of our own descent
By the time we speak
The dark has already sewn itself closed
Only the wanting remains
Warm and pointing upward
This poem is featured in Poetry Nation's anthology, Best Poets of 2025
"Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground."
-Theodore Roosevelt
About the Creator
Brittany Benko
Brittany is a self-published poet in North Carolina. She has been featured in many places online as a poet and featured in several Anthologies including Chicken Soup for the Soul, 101 Ways to Think Positive
brittanybenkopoet.com
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