Coconut starfield

Coconut starfield
My sandles have molded to my feet
Walking through night shadows
I see the outline of coconut
Tree above
Like a silent friend, or until it drops
One on my head. Wide leaves hiding
The field (above).

Far above, stars peek out through
Darkness; blanket of white pricks
Surrounding blackness.

Too many to count.
A few shooting to places unknown.
All together a beauty city dwellers
Seldom see.
Lucky me.

Mataio 4/23/08