On the Horizon
It’s getting dark later
as the sun spreads gold
across the sinking evening
and I feel a big one coming;
I sense a birth looming on the horizon,
an explosion of word pictures,
a night with Erato
and a morning and a day,
and the stars sparkling in the night
are the sequins in her dress,
and the moon is her spotlight
as she dances around me
like a fire spirit,
and I slowly open my mouth
to see what sort of lightning prophecy
seeps out with quiet thunder.
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