Friday, March 24, 2006

a comet in the night

eyes to the sky
feet to the stars in worship,
my comet's tail
ensures without fail
you in its hard, fiery grip.
back to the ground,
leaves rustle their warm applause;
the high, half moon
will be waxing soon,
and come for its happy cause.

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