Starlight

There are some places they say you can see galaxies Though we see only a milky night Only the golden tint of streetlamps Alight in an obscuring haze From behind the highway walls a dull glow rose Painting the sky with maroon and dust I looked up one night, But instead of diamonds I saw only grey I beheld the radio towers and the human pride of skyscrapers I witnessed the distant flicker of headlights Drowning out the darkness And we were blinded, and could not see the stars.