Sky At Night - Poem by Stan Petrovich
I'm there; you're there too;
We enter the haze of stars up above
Those two nebulae interact as puppies
As we do. They pour color off a dog's tongue.
The moon in a crescent melds into view,
Low and overhanging with green mists;
The green are the plants;
The brown is the soil.
The nature of the forces holds us together,
And binds our eyes with symmetry,
The symmetry of love itself.
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