Shooting Stars
Ambient light was like a knife.
Dark blue mistaken for black
was carved a shade lighter.
Each star was scraped out
and fell in the form
of a shooting star.
Dirt craters became their home.
And the moon was alone.
Some nights when less humans
then usual walked the pavement
and the absents of stars could be felt.
The moon grew and took
over the sky hoping
that the stars from
the dirt craters could
find their way back home.
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