by David J. Kaplan

The city’s night sky
Holds the moon aloft,
A dim orb.

Constellations—incomplete,
The drinking gourd dismantled
Cassiopeia banished.
Orion dismembered.

O, for a dark night sky,
Which shimmers
In both mind and eye.

When meteors from heaven sent,
Toward Earth their voyage bent

With an arc as wide
As a child’s smile.