You have to search for Edison
but he’s there somewhere in the jumble
the heart of those who came to the feast
much later, but took away richer desserts.
Lassie has a star of her own
but the Three Stooges share one
(and only five points), even though
there’s plenty of walkway, and some names
appear to be mere phone book fallout
and some stars are blank, awaiting
luminaries who might eventually arise.
We call them stars, perhaps, because
we look up to them on the screen,
look up to them in the headlines,
make wishes upon them that seem to glimmer
so far out of our atmosphere.
But once they’ve shot, they line the pavement
so gawkers can walk all over them.