Their Vast, Windswept Array

This morning as I looked at the morning stars,

their vast, windswept array,

I remembered I had seen a shooting star

days before, streaking across the sky,

 

then disappearing.  I had forgotten.  Leaves

scuttled across the driveway.  No lights were on

in the sleeping houses.  And then, at just

that moment—the moment of remembering—

 

another!  Flashing above the trees!

Like that.  I’m not saying those two objects

were related, with their brilliant white

tails.  No metaphysics is revealed.  I’m saying

 

to believe is to remember, and what

we remember is gone.  And never gone.

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