(rewrite of a poem posted a few years back)
Sitting on a park bench,
a pool of sunlight before me,
a cosmos of flies:
stars in Brownian motion.
City park at midnight:
moths in lamp-light
with the sudden brilliance of meteorites
streaking from invisibility to invisibility.
Evening sunlight,
a stream of molten silver;
a system of planets
carved into its limestone bed.
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