Streetlights ignite crystals to jeweled stars.
Tilt your head slightly and constellations
appear and disappear: high-heeled slipper
shimmers, transposes to twirling baton
to anteater to Hermes fastening
his flaming sandal. Look left and you’ll see
glazed galaxies glisten, fascinating
as reading bright future in fantasy
of new love’s eyes. A lone passing car light
imitates Halley’s comet flashing Morse
code through centuries of searching vast night.
A single melting planet, its slow course
a growing glow, predicts what dawn will bring,
shouldering through thick clouds as it's rising.
Roger Armbrust
October 14,
2012
