Damp Grass and Shooting Stars

I laid down in damp grass last night, for no apparent reason,

and gazed into the polluted skies above

as glaring and gloating florescent lights

robbed stars of their glimmer.

“Remember when we could see stars?”

And at that moment,

a shooting star ripped across the canvas

of old and new luminescence.

Quickly and dutifully…

it came…

then left.

But I saw it.

I laid down in damp grass last night, for no apparent reason,

and gazed into the polluted skies above…

just so a wish…

a hope…

a dream…

could glimmer just for me.