From Stars Born on Earth

by Alison McBain


I see a line of lights
bright as stadium spots,
another low horizon
scattered on the mountainside.

Winter draws them early,
but in summer, they are mute,
raindrops marking time
since the bloom of brilliance.

Each night I watch them pop,
moths diving through the fire,
reckless little suicides,
unnoticed and unsung.


Copyright © 2016 by Alison McBain

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