There are many coffin shaped clouds in the sky this evening
Sailing the open blue like so many Viking funeral ships
Lit ablaze by the setting sun and leaving trails of cremated remains
For the white gulls on the wing as the fat lady sings sayonara
___I wonder if I might be so lucky as to catch a falling star
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-that-one-miracle-might-fall-pt-in-a-series-of-poems-leading-to-my-death/
