As the young
Woman keeps blowing
Bubbles during
The summer twilight
It soon becomes an
Autumn twilight
With the dipper hanging
Low
Over her head.

On a late summer
Night in the prairies
The Big dipper
Is bright
Clears as a swear word
Turn up the volume of the
Sounds of nature
And night.

How can I sleep

Forensically they say
That no two things are the same
Nor simular
But that is wrong
For the Pleiades
And the Big Dipper
Look a like
Like twins.

Instead of
Other constellations
I am struck
At the sight
Of infinite
Big Dippers twinkling
And shining in
The sky

By day I am
I am surrounded by
Butterfly

By night I am
I am surrounded by stars
Of the Dippers

Then one night
The two mixed the butterflies
Replaced the stars
And the dippers
Had
A butterfly

In lue of a star

As I shopping for
A new set of baoding *****
In China town
I find the the oddest pair
One clear and white with yell and orange
flaming dots representing
The Big dipper
And blue one clear with white shiny dots
The Dipper
At night.
And so I buy.

As I look up
Into in
Nights space
The Dippers
Shine
And glow
Brightly that
They reflect in my eyes

When I look up
I see from the
Roof of the autumn forest
A heart shaped clearing
Exposing the Dippers
Shinning bright like
Diamonds

This morning as I
Step outside
To go to the pub I
See something unusual
It's midday
Blue skies and
I can see the great Dipper
Parallel to my house......
Strange.

sip up your emotions,
swallow the days,
because what sparks
at night also dies
in the morning,
reflect on your
beating heart
and what made
it stop mid-way.