Perseus
Sitting on my porch watching the night sky
as a backdropp to the pines and palm trees,
their black silhouettes against
the slate blue gray of the night.
Across the street a truck glows silvery-white
reflecting a neighbor's porch light as
the Big Dipper, tilted, spills its contents.
A small meteor streaks, glowing briefly
then evaporates into the night.
Another and then another glowing, stream past
my view, as Perseus throws his
fireballs across the summer night.
G.L.Hammontree
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