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Poetry 2129

Prince Bush

I overslept. I had an hour
To look at Jupiter, or I had
To wait 100 years.

I needed a telescope.
I, at least, needed

It was its closest
In opposition. I knew

Someone who could get
Only so close to me.

For casual observers,
It would appear the same.

I spotted Mars and
Almost walked away.

Prince Bush is a poet from Nashville, Tennessee with poems in Black Warrior Review, The Journal, Pleiades, and elsewhere. He’s a Truman Capote fellow at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop for poetry.