Rather than sending this poem around to journals, it's a gift directly from me on the occasion of August Perseids and my August birthday. It started as something personal and grew expansive. May you enjoy...
meteor shower
calamity’s dust mostly settled
our youth off its pedestal
pasty ghosts of lives past
vacation the premises
by now they’re a bore
rustling up days precarious
with the winds dying down
those days sail precious
we’re neither better nor worse
between blue moon phase
some shadowy turns
the light we paraphrase
aiming to be dazzling
our dread like Perseids
~LCMH
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