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Poem: "Starblossom"

This poem came out of the February 2009 Poetry Fishbowl, sponsored by general donations. It was inspired by a prompt from ellenmillion. I don't know if the structural spacing will survive blog posting, but I'll do my best.

Starblossom

The dayshift my lover came to me crying
   because the last of the flowering plants
      down in hydroponics had died, leaving only
         the vat-grown leaves and proteins to feed us,

         she said to me,
         “What shall we do
         for love-tokens now?”

I pressed her to my chest,
   and turned her face to the forward screen
      where the nebula blossomed in a dozen shades
         of purple and pink, green and yellow, blue and gold,

         and I said to her,
         “Look, my dearest,
         the stars are making love.”