A Magnitude Long Stretch of Stars
The wind’s getting round again, and
they are starkly exposed on this sharp night.
Those poor and tumbled stars, fast falling
into the horizon’s grip, and all their worldly
light dragged and stretched across the sky
like lost children. Do they cry, do they fear,
those stars on solar curtains riding winds.
Found and remixed from “Bleak House”
and my 1991 Winter Journal: the sky’s
bright with stars the Northern Lights.