an evening in central PA
by rcribay
drifting and blinking
constellations
all but three
escaped my jar
above leaves
of shadowed trees
beneath a sky
lit by lightning
equally ephemeral
similarly silent.
drifting and blinking
constellations
all but three
escaped my jar
above leaves
of shadowed trees
beneath a sky
lit by lightning
equally ephemeral
similarly silent.
people never told me
the more you understand
the more fully you can become
overwhelmed
no no.
thats right, they did say
ignorance is bliss
but they left it painted
on a wall
in a book they called
fiction
