Saturday Poem / Planet Hollywood

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1.

When meteors crushed

the holovid actor,

no one knew him

as the last celebrity.

2.

The moon looms,

surprised eye wide as the sky

in its tightening orbit.

Half-dolphin children circle in tents,

invoke the Quaker Oats man

benign and white-haired on a plastic totem.

No new stars are born:

two city blocks is an isolated nation,

and scrappers mine flawless TVs like diamonds

for their staring grey screens. Old-timers

pay in canned fruit

to examine their reflections.

-- Ziggy Edwards



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Ziggy Edwards is a writer living in Carrick whose poems and short stories have appeared in numerous publications. Her chapbook, "Hope's White Shoes," was published in 2006. Ms. Edwards recently started an online magazine, Uppagus, with her son, Jude.


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