Street Lamp

    Beneath my window,
    the corner street lamp opens her golden eye
    and flickers silently through the mist that
    curls around her metal rim
    like pale cupped hands.
    This little glowing lighthouse,
    though seemingly lost in evening’s dark pond,
    bids a thousand silver stars farewell
    on their long journey home.
    As they dance in sequence
    through a swirling sea of celestial orbits,
    they, too, wave their good-bye above her globe.
    I watch the curious half-moon
    press her eye through the fog
    in wonderment of this lost street lamp,
    and beckons her,
    to return home.