The Perseids

Let's hold out our hands in August.
Lights will fall around us
but will not know us,
as we walk the path
around the house,
the garden,
the starburst of dark flowers.
Fires will race past,
but will not catch,
or stay.

Meg Smith is a poet, writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have appeared in The Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry Bay,The Horror Zine, Silver Blade, Raven Cage, The Blue Hour Anthology, and many more.

Her most recent poetry books, Pretty Green Thorns, Night's Island, This Scarlet Dancing and Dear Deepest Ghost, are available on Amazon. She welcomes visits to megsmithwriter.com.

Find more by Meg Smith in the Author Index.

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