TH E N O RT HE R N LIG HTS James J. Bogan, Jr. lit up the night skies of the 70’s as I remember it these days the illusion pushes us around Over there maybe a wide shaft of light Now visible Now gone But there are still nights of no moon When the heavens glow and shower Curving curtains of Green light palpable I don’t expect to see the like of night Sometime in the seventies When for an hour witnessed By a multitude of six A hurricane eye Empty of all but stars At the zenith But all round the cosmic rim Molten rivers of light Poured over the seeming edge Of the star filled crown Green blue white Silver torrents Of light From a perfect circle cascading into space that was the night open into fitful reflection and the power to remember what is best to forget
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