Children, I say.
But I do, too. When I look up
and the night is clear
I wish to be far-flung from city's
Glow in your eyes:
A childish nightlight.
The stars are distant, sure.
Distant but real, I'm reassured.
Is there ground for those stars?
They float without direction
Save for their own gravity-pull.
I see a star.
I make my wish.
Is that a shooting star or satellite?
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