We set up lawn chairs
behind the gate to stargaze
the inky night sky
No footsteps or whirr
of engines, only Sirius
the brightest. Maybe
hands swatting insects,
breathless awe, pining for nights
far from the lockdowns.
a website by Kevin Bautista on heaps of rice and everything nice.
We set up lawn chairs
behind the gate to stargaze
the inky night sky
No footsteps or whirr
of engines, only Sirius
the brightest. Maybe
hands swatting insects,
breathless awe, pining for nights
far from the lockdowns.