First Nations | Night Parrot Press
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Stars That Pass
CAROLINE-IRIS NUTTER
I once claimed the stars in the sky to be those on the ground who had passed.
Whenever I return home, the street blanketed in darkness besides that one dim streetlight, the skies no longer smothered from the pollution and light of the city, the clear air instills in me something I have missed.
The stars taunt me from above.
Staring back at them, recalling the ones who have passed, I often wonder to myself, if it will be me, when my time falters, my existence being not so everlasting.
© Caroline-Iris Nutter. From Three Can Keep a Secret published by Night Parrot Press.
Caroline is a Yamatji writer who cherishes the craft of storytelling and wishes to do it all the time.
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