on nights like this
I gaze into the night-sky
to see a sky filled with
desk lamps in the dark
casting light for one
tired poet after another
milky ways of metaphors
supernovas of near misses
swirling star-clouds
of what matters most
Peace,
Milton
But it's still a wonderful universe, a wodnerful night sky, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteYes, Glynn, it is.
ReplyDeleteA link to this poem was posted in a comment on the poem I posted this morning -- and I'm so glad I clicked over; this is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rachel.
ReplyDeleteI have followed your blog for a long time and we have a mutual friend in Gordon.
Peace
Milton
a lovely bit of poetry
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