Gift
Beneath a meteor shower in cold November
wrapped in a duvet on an old lounging chair,
stretched out, watching streaks of flaming embers
race across the dark, crystal clear midnight air,
I almost wished upon one bright shooting star;
but checked greed's impulse as I remembered there
a saying my father taught, brought from afar
‘he who wants all misses all'.
so I lived in the moment, given by that star.
poem by Diana Rosser
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