Tiara

Sharma

Starlit Youth

The light slips behind our hill
churning the melting pot
of summer sunset
crimson streaks fade into indigo:
without their light
only shadow remains.
A lone rabbit peers at us
from behind a tree stump
then darts off into the sea of wheat
to find his own mate.

We squint at each other
under the milky debris
that arches over us—
kismet.
I discern a fleck amidst others.
It blazes with the delicate intensity
of midnight.
That one could be ours, you say.
I shrug.
We don’t need one.
We brush the dirt off our hands
and follow the path home.