For the dogs
Matt Cooper Lantern Staff Nebulae bloom and stars arise. Helium flashes. The sun dies. Eyes pointed up, I saw dawdling Glints of resurrected fire. Leftovers of giants burning at 10,000 degrees Kelvin flickered In the black November sky, Proving I might still be alive. I was twenty, feeling fifty. My black lab cried for her… Continue reading For the dogs