“All the people are awake tonight.”
Millions of hydrogen orbs glittering down.
“Those yellow lights look just like us.”
Tucked inside homes
Of windows aglow
Constellation rings of neighborhood cul-de-sacs.
“Do you think they will be outside all night?”
Ground dwellers slumped fireside
With marshmallow mouths.
A gleam, a beam
Of orange light
A reminder of existence from miles above.
Just a dot
Of flicker and flame
Crackling like snapping sticks.
“Do you think they can see us tonight?”
“I know they can.”
Heads tilted back
With intense neck creases
And eyes twinkling with allure.
Arms reaching, fingers pointing
But the stars didn’t mind.