The gossamer glow of a distant star,
A hole in the twilight sky –
That one’s for you Brautigan.
If that golden yellow ray were liquid
It would drip so
Viscous
Upon the blue and purple wonder
Of our dying days.
God’s eye through the peephole.
Hello? Can you see me?
A million tiny holes glitter
In that midnight blanket;
Copyright Oren Peleg 2009
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