Lesser Light
I am a dimmer star,
A lesser light.
Not a part
Of any constellation.
No one picks me out
At night,
In the summer
When they lie back
On the grass.
Am I not made
Of the same stuff
As brighter objects in the sky?
Dreams
The shoes are too big
For me to fill.
The weight of my dreams
Is too heavy
For my little strength to carry.
They cost more
Than I can pay.
I have had to abandon them
On the trail
The way a Buddhist monk
Sheds his supplies
One by one
As he searches in the mountains.
Bionote
Mary McKeel graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Her poems have appeared in several print and online journals.
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