Friends

.
under stars in wicker chairs
galaxy sparks have reached us,
those and the spare, streaked flash of
meteors in August, the Milky Way,
its dust, its mobs of crowded suns
with elbow rooms of light years
disappearing behind the house roof south
and the trees north at Halberg’s garden,
is smudge-like in this billion-year
backward gaze —bolts of light
which left home young, now after eons
still spark and blaze in this
lit circle of friends
.

by Jim Culleny
8/13/12

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