bright star or planet, maybe Venus
off to the lower right.
Day-globe has gone, clear and then
smear of orange on the horizon,
black-green trees in lacy silhouette.
Polished marble headstones
tilt at the exact correct angle
to glimmer-shine in fading light.
A jet flies silently unnoticed
between moon and trees
in evident safety.
All is still and beautiful.
Darkness falls and
all is still and beautiful.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine