{"id":2055,"date":"2013-02-07T23:35:06","date_gmt":"2013-02-07T23:35:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2055"},"modified":"2013-02-09T15:00:04","modified_gmt":"2013-02-09T15:00:04","slug":"cody-smith213","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/cody-smith213\/","title":{"rendered":"Cody Smith"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Falling Stars<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Orion pulsates in perfect rhythm.<br \/>\nSelf-important, it wraps itself in the night.<br \/>\nAnd we ourselves once belonged to Orion<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And fell together through a nebulous sky to lie in<br \/>\nDew-damp fields and gaze up at our friends<br \/>\nLeft behind. Their frenzied, oscillating Morse code<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Solicits us back home, back through<br \/>\nThe busy metropolitan galaxies, back<br \/>\nThrough the gossiping atmosphere,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Past busybody satellites, around lonely,<br \/>\nObese comets and waning moons. But now,<br \/>\nGripped by spinning gravity, we rest beside<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>One another in our crater-sized bed, and we are aware<br \/>\nOf the glad grass itching our once burning shells<br \/>\nAnd wonder if we can still ignite\u2014fallen as we may be.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cody Smith is an undergraduate student studying creative writing at the University of Louisiana at Monroe. He is a sojourner educating himself one road trip at a time. His life is a collection of scenes looking out of car windows from the Appalachians to Yosemite.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Falling Stars Orion pulsates in perfect rhythm. 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