The Triangle Hovered Over the Frozen Lake
I saw it over the ice, a piece of night cut into a perfect triangle. The wind pushed everything but it, until three dim lights found my car.
I saw it over the ice, a piece of night cut into a perfect triangle. The wind pushed everything but it, until three dim lights found my car.
On a clear night, the stars went missing in a perfect shape. It didn’t fly over so much as blot the sky itself, and the insects knew it before I did.