Not quite full, we cheer its rising
on a ridgeline of oaks, naked
silhouettes posing before a fire—
its steady ascension between and beyond
heaven’s contrails—as the busyness
of this planet becomes small.
Not quite full, we cheer its rising
on a ridgeline of oaks, naked
silhouettes posing before a fire—
its steady ascension between and beyond
heaven’s contrails—as the busyness
of this planet becomes small.