Afterburners

Heaven looks hazy
It’s hard to see
I smile toward Orion
It’s his time to shine

November
Late
Awake
Wondering

I crane my neck
Hoping
Wishing
Before wishes appear
That they do.

The sky skimps of stars at first
Either stationary or shooting
But I know more exist
Even ones I haven’t seen

I lie in the parking lot
Cars block the street lamps
Suddenly at 2am
The show begins

A cluster dances
A far frenzy
A small swarm
Chasing each other

More appear
Mere blinks arcing
But I don’t have to squint
Just wish.

I see five.
My eyes have adjusted.

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