constellation

When you go to see the sun set
and your eyes are drinking in the blue
I hope you see the bats
and one bat pulls you to a faint star
as all other light fades
And I hope that star draws you
to every other star known
in an ever-growing constellation
And I hope you see the crescent-winged nighthawks
weaving through invisible threads
of that limitless midnight blue

©2017 JEREMY RUZICH

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