Shared skies

Night sky

Open the door.

Into the dark.

Three steps down.



Charcoal trees

With charcoal leaves

Whisper in a warm charcoal breeze

And cover the sky.


One clear space,

A ring in the trees,

Frames a window to the stars above.

Diamonds on slate.



Beneath the stars,

Above the leaves,

A jet carves a path,



Marked by the rhythm of its light

And the faint slash of its contrail

(a faint, pale memory of places been).


The moon hides

This indigo night.


Miles away,

She looks up too.

The jet blinks silently in her sky.


Our sky.


Crickets sing

As we share the sky.


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