Tonight, blips of distant light beckon me-
I sit, on concrete steps, cat in arm and frosty breath at my lips,
Listening to barking dogs, a zephyr whispering to blades of grass,
The rustle of crumpled paper, a crinkled soda can,
Construction; the rumble of passing cars,
A glimmer catches my eye, and against the streetlamps
I spot a lone star amid a tenebrous sky, I have awakened, I say, I have awakened, and I am here...
But the ancient traveler does not blink, not once,
And the heavens pretend they are a void.
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