I stare and stare and crane my neck and

know that the moment my back is turned

two or three will streak across but then

when bed and a last cigarette

calls I will see one brief flash

one bead of sweat

run down the face of the

hard-working Universe.

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  • ladypandorah  On December 17, 2012 at 8:09 pm

    Such lovely imagery here.

    LP x

  • Agatha-luise  On December 22, 2012 at 11:39 am

    Same sentiments when I was sitting outside and waiting for the meteor shower! Only saw one brief streak of meteor pass and never saw the rest. Perhaps I was too preoccupied same as you.. perhaps I was looking much that I probably missed it on the other end of the sky. 🙂

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