life lived

The life lived

I live next door to a street lamp
full moon every night
On an enormous heavenly canvas
A Lone Star shine
the rest have turned their back on earth
light up a galaxy
that is not of my concern.
When I watch an ad for Martini Blanca
on TV fine, by me
I need not be smart, in a bar.
I pity the star
it must be cold up there.
I wave, it blinks back, and fireflies dance.