by Joan Pond
Keeping his eyes skyward
he views the Perseids.
Thinking,
meteors commune with him.
Facing northeast,
the Geminids display a flagrant shower.
His power is unimaginable;
yet all in his mind.
Walking to work each day,
I see a shooting star and wish.
But the Geminids come and go.
I know these stony balls of ice
merely light the sky,
but I can’t help think
they’re communing
with me, too.
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