A dog howls in the night.
Rain, then it ceases.

Forsythia burn like lamps, days.
A raven, my friend, flies to the high oak.
Perches there, overseer of cars & avenues.

A new planet is discovered.
This young man, curious, thinks
there may be life therein. Granite, even
water, the heaviest of gravity, maybe life
on another planet, after all.