Seldom seen in the stew of Scranton skies
But there it is
a rubber band of fog
smudged across black distance...
Myriad-multitudes
They are truly there
Each burning ball
gathered beyond my imagination
by the Moon Mother
Who scrubs the faces
of her little stars
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Seldom seen in the stew of Scranton skies
But there it is
a rubber band of fog
smudged across black distance...
Myriad-multitudes
They are truly there
Each burning ball
gathered beyond my imagination
by the Moon Mother
Who scrubs the faces
of her little stars