Spinning stars, turning in and out
just as on that autumn night
when we watched nebulaic magnificence
blurry in the viewfinder
Vincent had looked up, seen
glowing dust obscuring stars
in clouds lit by particle winds
where radiation waves sculpt gas pillars
into magnificence
Copyright © 2023 Kim Whysall-Hammond
A Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words) written for Dverse tonight.