Wednesday, June 29, 2011

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.

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