Streaking across the Mid-August Night
Last night, around 3:30 am, I woke up, shambled out the front door
and looked up at the night sky wanting to see the Perseids,
The Tears of Saint Lawrence.
.
I saw a million stars
and heard an astonishing percussive concert,
rythmic and loud music. Thousands of crickets and other mysterious creatures:
Locusts? Cicadas? Frogs? Toads? Púcaí? Fairies?
It was beautiful! But no Perseids, no shooting stars--
Just thoughts of you streaking across my consciousness!
And then back to bed for a few more hours,
Dreaming to the beat of the crickets
and the symphony of the spangled night.
[Bob Coughlin / August 13, 2021].
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