Once the darkness was full we saw stars—
striking frozen air, rippling
through the underside of heaven
in their meteoric plunge.
Silvered white, cobalt, crimson,
and then into the earth.
A flashing that spoke to our very skin
set against the blackness of night.
A vapor immortal in absence.
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Amie Sharp is a poet from the Colorado Springs area. She teaches at Pikes Peak Community College.
