Remembrance of Things Imperfect: Meteor

BORIS GLIKMAN, Philosopher

It is the beginning of a warm summer night.

I am running down the stairs,
quickly and excitedly,
with my neighbours following me.

We all want to see the meteor
that is plummeting
through the black sky.

But by the time we get outside
air friction, like a carpet burn
amplified to the nth degree,
has consumed it.

So, we turn around and go back home to bed.

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