Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Looking for Leonids

In a dark chill as Sunday ends one Saturday evening
again, still black eyes turn domeward, hope and wait
for that brief grace streak of frozen ice crossing night.

In a short dream galaxy swirled in gold expositions ah,
bright red and pale green fireworks in clear cool focus
as a tight sit on a park bench saw new stars being born.

Laughing unraveled, not even a single streak was found.