We watch the sun duck under city lights
And find its place on some other horizon
To open a day
Lift lids crusted in sleep
That sprinkles over this city like a June rain
There is peace here
In a silent mourning of a light we wished could stay
This seems to be the worldly temptation
But we accept mediation
As stars have sullen suppers
Our eyes dart between them like houseflies
Wondering how significance might feel