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  • The night comes
    I lie on my back
    on the garden bench
    watching, waiting
    not for a lover
    not for a hunch,
    or a feeling,
    or a sign

    Eyes scanning the stars
    a canopy of jewels
    I wonder why it takes a sky event
    to get me out here

    The Perseid Shower
    streaks the sky
    fleeting, thrilling, and gone
    carrying our humble wishes
    in their cosmic wake

    Still, more so
    am I moved
    by the lesser stars
    eternal, bright, silent
    millenniums pass, unchanged

    Lesser stars held my gaze,
    unwavering, constant companions
    dispellers of darkness,
    so beautiful, so rare

    Yet so familiar
    a comfort, a guide
    a road map home
    lesser stars, stars like
    me and you
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