Alone in a boatful of swaying drunks
‘five, four, three, two, one’
the fireworks crackled stale light.
‘You’re looking the wrong way,’
they laughed at my back.
‘You’re missing it.’
I spied two
shooting
stars.
Stars of
heavenly hope,
cascading calm,
reminding me of nature’s
wild and wonderful wit.
‘No, you’re looking the wrong way,’
I laughed at them back.
‘You’re missing it.’
Maybe the crowd doesn’t need following.
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 12:26 PM UTC
Alone in a boatful of swaying drunks
‘five, four, three, two, one’
the fireworks crackled stale light.
‘You’re looking the wrong way,’
they laughed at my back.
‘You’re missing it.’
I spied two
shooting
stars.
Stars of
heavenly hope,
cascading calm,
reminding me of nature’s
wild and wonderful wit.
‘No, you’re looking the wrong way,’
I laughed at them back.
‘You’re missing it.’
Maybe the crowd doesn’t need following.
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