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Dazzled

                                                                  

As I stare into the far darkness,

There seem to be more stars, in the wide sky,

Than there's room, up there, to accommodate them,

And in wordless wonderment,

I ponder how such a phenomenon is heavenly possible.

 

Admittedly, being a city dweller,

Accustomed to white-noise light pollution

Pretending its radiance can compete with celestial fulgence,

I never have a chance to witness such incandescence

As illuminates this upper-Wisconsin welkin,

 

Where the Milky Way and the constellations I memorized,

From my beloved childhood copy of The Stars for Sam,

Have been pulled down — a vast field of astral delight

Not even a thousand feet above my eyes.

May these supernumerary stars bury me, in their brilliance!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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