by Justine C. Tajonera
There was a night
that I missed a shower
of meteors:
behind locked doors,
shrouded in sadness
and regret.
There was a night
that I wondered about
the meteor
shower
I did not see:
all the things I want,
all the things I am
denied.
There was a night
that I heard about
a meteor
shower:
Is there still such a
thing as
magic
in this world?
Tonight there will be
a meteor shower
without
meanings,
passing the earth,
in its own
inexorable path.
(Dec. 15, 2009)
Image of a Perseid meteor shower from http://www.flickr.com/photos/adcuz/3825758719/in/photostream/
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