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2007 like stars
lampposts scattered in this city night
is there a hidden grace,
a dance I do not understand,
performed by traffic lights in the dark?
The city people walk past those seated
cross-legged on concrete
a tattered baseball cap their only offering
"One day I'll wear a suit too", one says.
his voice, ignored by the people,
is heard only by the lampposts,
who light the sidewalk in sympathy
Even if the stars were there to be seen
would we see them?
~~~
("Mama, its the moon! excited finger, points.
"No honey, that's just a lamppost; a street light."
Impatient hand, tugs the little hand
"But mama, its the moon and stars... so many stars...")
