Incredible weather;
Late-August Night.
My only complaint
Is the pollution of Light.
I-love-to look at the stars,
But can see just a Few.
I long to have
That more-rural View.
But, at least I’ve seen it;
The night in it’s Glory.
You’d better believe
That it’s a much different Story.
Big Sky, I’ve seen you,
And I’ll see you Again.
I-hope sooner than later,
Though I’m not sure When.
NOT FOR RANT 