A broad night sky opens up as
clouds dissolve
winds shift and
tree branches lean sideways.

A meteor burns its fuse overhead:
a thin white razor cut
cross country trains whistle their regrets
into the distance.

The stars hold secrets the day
can't remember,
the night whispers answers
No one wants to know.









special thanks to some girl for the title/inspiration

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