When one lives in a windy city, the night sky is often grey
The lights once seen long ago, can no longer be seen today
I glimpse lit up buildings that scrape the sky
Airplanes taillights all aglow
How I truly wish that I
Could see those lights from long ago.
Instead of LED and filament bulbs,
And smoky cloudy thick black smoke,
I dream of stars up in the sky
Of meteor showers passing by
And constellations of all kinds.
And most importantly,
Something for my eyes to see
As I slowly drift off to sleep,
A glittering night light outside just for me.
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Hiding In Plain Sight Poetry Etc.
RandomSometimes, what once was not obvious becomes so when you realize you are missing that very thing that used to not be obvious.
