I heard from a friend
that there is no excuse
for missing a meteor shower.
He told me this as an excuse,
I presume, and hung up
immediately after.
So I walked into the cold,
gazed upward and waited
for the show to begin, but saw nothing.
The stars were fixed,
stubborn, refusing to move,
frozen above my head.
I wrung my hands together
to smother the cold out,
exhaled, coughed and began to count.
Before reaching one
hundred fifty,I searched my pockets
for a writing instrument,
but only found a pin
with which I then scratched
“one” onto the porch railing.
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