Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Poem for a False Falling Star

Before the storm's gray-cloud fist
could blot out winter's shy sunset
I thought I saw a falling star
tho' the day was upon us yet.

A squinted eye, a closer look
revealed a rosy contrail
jets fly high, but are not stars
and wishes made upon them fail.

Do not lose heart for two nights hence
the Geminids dance across the night
true meteors can grant a wish
so make your wish with all your might!

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At 8:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

really nice poem, botb!

I'll be watching the night sky and wishing my wishes.

Becca (new reader)

At 8:49 AM, Blogger dguzman said...


I'll be hoping for clear skies--otherwise, I'm gonna get peeved!


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