Alien Zag


Lights
moving in the
night sky
wobble and blink
and signal the arrival.

I put on
my glasses:
it was Venus and
the North Star.

I thought
they were
aliens, coming here
to talk.

I took my
glasses off;
they zagged and
zigged in
lovely patterns.

I hope
they come back:
good conversation
is hard
to find.

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