On this cold night
The stars seem brighter
Some still flicker though
In the distance
Like a fluorescent bulb slowly dying
Fading in and out, in and out
Yet, most are shining bright tonight
I lie to myself saying
Maybe, just maybe
Somehow
Someway
They’re making this night a little warmer
Till the sun comes up
And actually does so
The one star I hope never
Flickers like a dying bulb
But
Maybe tonight they’re not stars at all
Maybe angels are chasing fireflies
Maybe it’s candlelit wishes floating
On clouds of hope
Maybe?
A Mosquito Hawk now flutters
Under this full moon
Dancing its dance of madness
Flailing like a fish snatched from its pond
By the false promise of food
Hiding a hook
Yesterday
A woman offered me a bible
This stranger said, it was new
I said, no thank you
I’ve already read it
Then a crash loud like thunder
Exploded behind me
We turned to see a buzzard
Once perched on top a power pole
Now hanging
Suspended in a smoldering mess
Blown apart into thirds
Yet
Still held together by bones and tissue
The woman turns back to me and says
I understand you
I know where you’re coming from
She then walked away with books in hand
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