The sand glass stars rip your

leaves, trees, and branches. 

the direction they show us from 

their patch of unnamed sky. self 

powered. and you will be here 

in the same place where i smile 

because i know what to call the 

big dipper. home. the absense of 

moon and sun is temporary our 

lightning orange in the clouds 

south as quick as we run we 

should miss the storm