Shooting Star
I am a shooting star
with scallop wings
I feast on merriment
and follow the heavens
with a stone clad eye
I wallow through the miers
in fields of bracken brown
I halo my name
amongst the others crowned
With fallow eyes
nostrums crawl
Tidy and neat
with a red gaze
standing on dank stone
amongst the girdle of past hope
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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