As I came around the house
I instinctively blinked, shielded my eyes
from the inevitable brightness, the
unnatural blinding light I expected.
harsh as it may have been, man
was not to blame for this moment
I rolled my eyes and whispered
to myself correctively,
"that's not a spotlight, it's the moon!"
obliterating my vision of the stars
but at least it was no back porch
or motion-sensor driveway lamp
Ursa Major hung on her side,
relaxing in the summer sky
amongst all the other
pinholes, pinpricks of
constellatory shine.
Oh, you know what I mean.
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