a picture of orionids meteor shower

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.


Photo credit: Kev Lewis, Orionid 201012 (cropped and added text overlay)


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David Oestreich

David Oestreich
David Oestreich lives in Northwestern Ohio with his wife and three children. His poetry has been published in such online and print venues as Ruminate, Foundling Review, Rock and Sling, Tar River Poetry, and Red Wheelbarrow. Cosmophagy, a collection of his poems, is now available for purchase. 

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