The runway model

Leaves you and me

Aswirl in a cloud

Of perfume and envy

For she is a comet

Sprinkling star dust

On dead planets

In her solar system

As she orbits by us

And off the stage

I shift uneasily

In my chair

For I am told

On the atomic level

Her protons and electrons

Are the same as ours

But it is also true

That a Rembrandt

May be hard to tell

From an inch away

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We, the dead planets, are not worthy!

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