by DBLevin

I find myself inspired
by the wanton twinklings of this sidewalk
like blindspots in my mind
eyes turned to the sky
a dearth of those cosmic lanterns
revealing that the stars have relocated
to the gum-spotted cement beneath my feet
but the moon remains eternal
unfazed by the encroaching arrogance of man
the unnatural light of progress
sidewalks and headlights
the closest thing to the milky way
in this forest of steel.