fright flight

The sun

scares the stars at first light

when they hear it

rumbling up

over the earth’s edge.


They scurry west

to the other end of the sky

and cluster there

pulsing frantic

until he sweeps them


with one lordly stroke

of dawn.


            Gil Murray (July ’09) says, “I’ve just moved to FL from the industrial Northeast where the stars are smogged.  So it’s glorious to gaze at them through crystal skies.”


* a poem from the Nov/Dec 2009 edition of Ninepatch *

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