Something About the City

although the city never sleeps, the stars do.
when you were little, you used to stare up
at the sky, catch galaxies in your fingers,
hold them there before letting them fly away.
the first day you move to the city, you only
see two stars, twinkling, faint. it seems like the world
is coming to an end (and maybe it is,
in this strange place where everything is so
transient — nothing stays forever, not even
the universe).

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