The rising moon extends an olive branch,
honored, I graciously accept.
The starry domed astrolab sparkles an ovation.
A shooting star, one of many I see tonight,
circles twice, then takes it's final dive,
kissing heaven on the other side.
Holy coyotes yelp and shout.
They throw cactus darts at cunning hares.
While Kit fox look for pots of gold,
I meditate on Forgiving Rock under a sublime moon.
Join me if you wish, beside me there is room.
Copyright: Scott Utley
Jume 11, 2006