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By John I. Blair

Tonight I drove down moonlit streets
And although it was early yet
Old magic filled the air.

Ever since our star-stuff
Stood erect, looked at the sky
And dreamed of goddesses,

We’ve reacted to this sight
With a feeling
Best explained as awe.

No matter if we’re in a dusty car,
The backseat packed
With paper bags,

Our heads a-teem
With thoughts of supper,
Once we behold that ancient orb

Behind the trees, glowing,
We still sense a tiny thrill
For all our bookish knowing.

©2013 John I. Blair

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