Thursday, July 15, 2021

Red-Necked Grebe by the grid road.



Above us, stars. 
Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water.

Flying by Night
Ted Kooser

link to the full poem here,

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