“Thirteen” by Stephen E. Cisneros


I can see
the entire cosmos,
a million galaxies--
with a billion stars
and ancient gods in silver cars.
I can see your face
flying all over outer-space.
Paradise--
from across starry ocean's grand,
blue Martian,
can I hold your hand?
Galaxies of billions,
colorful chameleons--
purple starlight fades
into mysterious Sundays.