Stars: The Poetry Bus

Well, The Bug has been doing this forever. And C.L.'s been doing it. And I thought, maybe every once in awhile, I will do it: it's the Poetry Bus, hosted this week by "The Weaver of Grass". The prompt this week is "stars".

Eclipse: December 21, 2010

1.
Above my city
On the night of the solstice
The moon eclipses.

On a flat rooftop
I�ll bring a full thermos
(Coffee regular)

And wrap up warmly
To see the moon�s shadow and
The stars showing cleanly.

In the dark desert
The big sky bulges with stars.
In town, hardly one

Competes with neon.
With luck, I�ll outlast the cold
With wool and coffee.

I'll watch a red moon
Pass into darkness and out,
The stars as witness.


2.
Long ago, my man
And I watched the moon eclipse
In small-town Texas.

He placed a penny
On a train track in the dark
To show off, playing.

The town was empty.
We were courting then. He took
The moon�s photo twice,

And the town�s photo
Once. Stars in skies. Stars in eyes.
The train rattled through.

The picture�s on my wall.
The flattened penny�s safely
Saved. The memory too.

3.

A copper shadow.

Light and dark. It's different

Now. I remember

Those were your last words

In a dream after death. You

Were happy. And me

I forget sometimes

I promised to keep the light.

Stars as my witness

In wool and cold air

I will see and remember

We'll talk it over.