1000 Stars

A thousand stars, blue, leaving faster than anyone can think. I’m looking out over the water where it’s dark enough to see all of the best things. Oxygen, balanced on a pin. 9, 7, 5, 3, 1000. I sat beside the river where there used to be a beach, watching over while a satellite rose slowly in the east. With waves of conversation or staring back at me, taking pictures of the clearest night of the year. Pictures on the clearest night of the year