Stargazing

By Krista Puttler

A cleverer student

would remember Milton’s voice

a line of iambs marching free, an ego

perhaps from God’s own lips.

Adam, we are told, named

the beasts, the plants. Funny

he seemed indifferent to time’s

plodding. We are all still here.

A star is a rock baptized

and Eve is just a mom

and my lines sift down

like stones.

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Krista Puttler has called many places home, including the Philippines, Guam, Hawaii, Japan, Virginia, and a stateroom on an aircraft carrier. Her writing has appeared in Cagibi, Literary Mama, Under the Gum Tree, and Cleaver Magazine, among others. A medium-roast coffee gal at heart, she is pleasantly surprised by how much she loves Italian espresso. She lives outside Naples, Italy, with her husband and three daughters. To read more, please visit kristaputtler.com.