above us wheel the silent watching stars
their beauty is as cold as ancient ice
the absence of a voice seems like a vice
no sound of fear or rage the clear night mars
the clarity of quiet's plain and precise
above us wheel the silent watching stars
we watch as in the distance the last cars
creep to their homes as diffident as mice
no shocks no miracles of rare device
above us wheel the silent watching stars
27 July 2007
suburban summer night
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