JanPoWriMo 8

I’ll always associate
David Bowie’s death
with looking up
into the night sky
and a field full of stars
thinking they were souls
departed and glowing
like snow at the end
of the VHS tape
down in space
it’s always 1982
when I looked up again
the sky was black
the stars still there
invisible breath promise
be kind rewind
we should be on by now

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher