“Lunar glare can wipeout a good meteor shower,
but that won't be the case this time.”
He stares through the windshield
of theVW bug, his arm around her shoulder,
her face crushed against his damp collar and neck.
As twilight advances, on the horizon
the crescent moon cradles Venus, Mars and Saturn,
lit gleaming by the vanished sun.
Later the Perseid Meteor Shower
will flit across the sky and it will seem
as if the earth is rising, and with that motion
she’ll lift her head and tears will gleam
against her cheek reflecting the dolphins
dancing atop the moonlit waves. Only then
will she understand the meaning
of the ocean’s rhythms, the certainty
of her far off death, her place
among the distant stars
gathering in her eyes.
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