Beware of the Shooting Star

A bullet escaping a black hole rifle

A shooting star is falling

Expected to land in our home county


Tucked behind the opaque hour

I see you putting your boots on

You’re going to be the one to catch her?


Silenced by this siren

You won’t hear me

But I scream anyway

I’m like you

Running for the sake of it


Grass seeping up your trouser leg

You will stop and stare

Expecting to find the shooting star

Just pining for you

Just  lying there


You find no one but yourself

Because like the drunk in the park

The shooting star peaked only to expire


With the grass now exciting a deep itch

There you are

Out of reach

And a little too far

From the flickers of my fire

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