When the sun is down and out for hoursAnd the blanket of night covers – don’t cower!Look up, observe, like illuminated flowers,Pouring like rain, it’s a comet shower. They shoot and dart like a canine lick,Aside symphonic cricket-y click.Magnificent space makes me giddy and sick,But a speck beneath the palatial cosmic. Everywhere, up! Constellations toContinue reading “A Poem – Comet”
P.S.Clinen 