Interpreting the stars

I leave these words a loose leaf,

printed on pages, turning,

even on the flip-side,

dangling from a ballpoint pen.

Etched within tablets, tabbed left,

of right footed in the binding

between rapping of tongues

on tooth-turned step stools,

reaching for an audience,

beaming across the distance

to unbridled ears.

Rumors tend to antiquate in many rooms

oared, pushed across a leaflet,

predictions pressed across press,

dancing across the page

and mind the room

in which the page opens doors

outside the stars, not paparazzied,

but miring you in steady gaze.

Lights across the sky

could tell a story of heroes thrown

to victory in the stars

by gods whose names

written and rumored,

rest now on planets, said

to be distant from earth.