• Celestial Navigation by a Tropicana Sun

    By Nathan Savoy

  • Buzz for the days

    begging to squeeze the sun citrus

  • Pulpy gas giant

    wrung gushing like sponge;

  • Drizzle down to gild dandelions,

    Sweet Solar Starfruit,

  • This skin's going flush

    by the brush of your hand.

  • There's nothing like stars

    to nourish and burn us,

  • Nothing like summer

    to dull our demands,

  • Nothing like coal

    for stoking a furnace,

  • Nothing like night sky

    for hatching new plans.