winter sky poem

[fflo]

 
 
This clear cold night, the Pleiades
jump out at me, hollering
Lisa.  Up here.  Over here.

Yes.    Here.

What are they trying to tell me?
Nothing, of course.  They're not
talking to me.  But they are

grabbing and holding my gaze and
me, frozen, of a sudden just a post
for the tether to the dog I half-hear smelling spots

in the same small circle of crunchy grass
miles below, light years further away
than seven blue sisters in the sky.
 

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[peteralway.livejournal.com]

The little fuzzy blotch, along the left edge of my userpic, near the top, in line with the comet and the red light at the focus of the radio telescope, is the Pleiades.

Just sayin'.