Tiny, white paint splatters

on an endless blue canvas
Millions of powdered-sugar stars

sprinkled across the night sky
That’s what I see when I look up
So many twinkling, sparkling fairy lights

enough for every person on this earth

to make their very own wish

But you tell me

there are no stars in the city?
Just an eery orange glow, a never setting sun

fueled by neon signs, streetlights, bedside lamps
Is that all you see?
A melting pot of other’s brightness

littering your heavens

as trash litters your streets

So now

when I wish upon a star
letting my thoughts float up, up, up

like wayward balloons
I ask that
someday

you can,

too.