flower star

I see the stars
engraved in the sidewalk
and I step on them
to reach places so ordinary
I forgot

I see the stars again.
New flower. The yellow one.
Growing crooked
among the stars.

Tuesday,
You haven’t changed
back bent slightly forward.
You look so ordinary
to others especially.
sometimes i don’t understand
why no one ever stopped
to look at you between the stars

sometimes divinity is merely impossibility like flowers in space