Brian Hansen

A Day the Stars Aligned

Mr. Hansen lives in Portland, Oregon.






Earth spins on its spin like as make us all dizzy,
It rise in the West, cross the face of the Sun.
Then once a year, it's your anniversary,
The day that's so much like the one you begun.

It starts with a story:
you might have looked up and
seen the same stars that you'd see there today
[No one] [left here] remembers and records are spotty
we're forced to make do with whatever they say.

Halfway to morning,
and middle of nowhere, you know
I would struggle to get to the edge.
I'd sing you a song and you'd blow out a candle,
Smoke rising lazy up over our heads

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