Some radiate out
like spokes of a wheel

Some walk alone
their luster conceal

Some cluster close
protect their young

Some glow only
in their native tongue

Some meteor bright stage
like Fred Astaire

Some duet with John Legend
igniting a prayer

Some glint sacred visions
of the Great Beginning

Some howl, ablaze wildly
old fairytales unfolding

Some fading-luster walkers
Some pulsing playpens

Some falling-star Billionaires
Some poor chanting “Amens”

Some jewels just baptized
all shiny and new

Some fashion rhyming verses
other poets-stars think taboo