Sky Watch
After all the scientific calculations, a cloud-bank
obscures the heavens. No night breezes
could erase the silence of the dark.
But still the promise of the almanac awakens
old memory and legend. The cold halls
echo with some half-forgotten prophecy.
Ageless conjunction in the heavens, planet
and comet, and star alone, connected
somehow to us, a long-lost hope to be reborn.
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