Stardrops - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
The first time he witnessed
the spectacle of the Leonid Meteors,
he knew why they were called showers.
Instead of raindrops, stardrops
were plummeting in pristine arcs,
diagonally across the appalling expanse of space:
There goes one! There, another!
like roman candles they discharge
fire-music, note by note,
The milkyway is melting.
Who would have known
that the pure act of disintegration,
this celestial auto da fe,
could conjure up such a blizzard
of blazing snowflakes,
vanishing so swiftly
that you wonder if you
saw them at all.
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