Ufo


In symmetry they fly apart and together.
You would think it was the darkest of nights.
As the glow was brighter than the sun that glistened.
As one looked they came closer.
The coming in and out held your attention.
What was this, that amazed as they became one and then two.
I step aside, not to intrude.
In the distance I saw two more bright glows.
Again the flying in a line, together and apart.
So still was the silence, there seemed to be nothing else.
Then a distant bird chirped and with a tilt of one's head to hear.

What was now heard is the a hum of a bee.
The eye saw just a single miniature lilac blossom left on the bush.
Then seeing a hand held American flag waving in the breeze.
All with a red rose bush slightly higher and in full bloom.
Their being, twenty-five, thirty-five, or more.
So humbling the sight and pulling you back to the glow.

Where they gone or nearer to see.
Knowing from first glance that the glow came from a spider's line.
Before going out having read of DNA to identify unknown soldiers.
I shall cherish such a humbling opportunity for sincere meditation.

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