Night Stars

Bend your head, walk out of the tent, forget 
you were left alone in the August night, 
scuttled for the rush of Mozart: Sonata  
for Bassoon and Violoncello  
in B-flat major muted by the distance.  
Feel the fresh, damp grass on bare feet. Follow 
fireflies that vie with stars. Take a lantern 
and point it to the suns who rival falling 
meteors, your spark blazes pure 
as the notes fade with the moon. Notice that 
the tent is a flimsy lamella, prone  
to listing. Strong winds might blow it away.  
As memory drifts, no doubts that your light 
steers straight, glides faithful past the Milky Way. 

LENORE ROSENBERG

American and Italian, Lenore Rosenberg currently lives in Rome. Living in three countries and never coalescing is a distinct country, like poetry. Her poems have been published in Bare Hands Poetry, Poetica Magazine, Double Reed, and American Poets Abroad. She contributed to Poetry is Like Bread Ghazal. Her work is found in The Poetry of Lockdown 2020, Loud Coffee Press.