Empty Skies
I miss the stars.
We gave them away, here in the city,
traded Andromeda for 24 hour Walmarts
and their moon-scape parking lots,
offered up the best of Milky Way, like Manhattan,
for a few worthless trinkets of neon.
In the country, you can't get midnight movies or 2 AM chicken nuggets
but you have the Pleiades
and the stars will dance for you all night long.
I think I could live in a cabin on the side of a mountain
with no news but the morning clouds’ weather report
and the crow's warning,
tend my garden by day and at night
watch it get well and truly dark,
sit on my porch and catch the all-night sky parade,
featuring the the high-def soundtrack of the cosmos.
Tracy Meisky is a poet, writer, singer, songwriter and all-around boat rocker from way back. Feel free to look around, but if you break it, you bought it.
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