Do Not Disown The Promising Ones Poem by RIC BASTASA

for soon they will come back
like shooting stars in the heavens

like fireworks exploding in a hundred mixture of colors
lights, and louder sounds of thunder
with so much pomp and pop of power
so magical and so beautiful and so
ephemeral

and there you are are the bridge watching
on such a grand night
looking up and still wondering

how come you fathered such a beauty?
and how come you have become an alien
and so lonely?