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
I didn't want to know.


special thanks to some girl for the title/inspiration

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