So far from town
no city-shine could veil the stars,
the moon being down,
no lights of passing cars
to dazzle us,
we craned to watch as bits of ore,
like Icarus
on fire, fell, and wore
to nothing—each
a drop of cool magnesium shower
under which
we shivered half an hour.
Then came clouds,
and we turned back to that brilliance
seemed now could shroud
God’s very countenance.
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Photo credit: Kev Lewis, Orionid 201012 (cropped and added text overlay)