The Perseids Poem by Francie Lynch

These years are speeding darkly
Since the epiphany. You don't get
A lot of those.
Last night
On the beach I laid back to watch
The shooting stars; some say
The heavenly stars. The Perseids
Burned indiscriminately,
I counted two.

I was starstruck watching
The four satelites,
In a pre-determined orbital,
That would burn as sure as
A ghetto.

Ogling the dark spaces;
Comforted, there's more stars
Out there for some other reason.
And wham. It happened, always unexpected.
It's not because something's not there;
It's because it never was, but for
Two meteors and four satelites.
And I shone my own light
On a bit of darkness.