Aftermath by D A Angelo

The night sky pools in a puddle 

from the afternoon's downpour. 

A telescope for my enjoyment.

Stars, clustered like frogspawn,

blink for me to notice. Galaxies 

swirl like coffee. A jealous moon

threatens to wipe the scene, 

backing off when a fox leaps over 

the garden wall like the sudden 

arrival of a shooting star. I stare into 

the water and instantly shrink 

to a sugar cube, ready to become 

absorbed in its vastness. Another 

verse in an epic poem still writing itself.

D A Angelo is a UK-based poet with work in South, BarBar, The Crank, SurVision, Eclectica Magazine, Flights of the Dragonfly, Impspired, The Amazine and Petrichor Mag.