6/29

Tonight at 11:09, I sat by the barn with the dogs and watched

A rocket launch, the southern horizon glowed large, spitting out

The biggest firefly.

Bright, bright as it climbed the dark sky, bending westward,

A first stage lost in a shower of sparks, the rumble finally grumbling

In my ears.

Going from light yellow to goldy, a stage drops in a smoky plume.

At 11:13 it blinked away, leaving only the curling question mark haze.

You would've loved it.