Alpha Centauri

Waiting for take out bored with my phone
nothing to read but that chart on the wall
Milky Way 4.37 light years distant

Alpha Centauri’s triangle of fire
red dwarf Proxima’s silent interstellar
waltz spinning orbital elegance

as I get so bored with over-chewed
chatter convinced I belong somewhere else but
nowhere feels like home except stars

186,000 miles per second aching
through my allegro muddle of tears
clumsy disappointments of mortal disorder

sun A and sun B glowing Proxima
mystical trio in balanced configuration
delighting this earth bound soul.

Alonso Nina Rubinstein

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