Stars seemingly visible in the sky

So dark by late afternoon

Armed with a script for tranquilizers

On frequences of chaos and squalor


A storm was imminent

Scenes of a dream drama


Shivering in the stillness

Upon a row of curbside trees

Sensitive to a certain kind of portentous mood

Were the little leaves


A whole galaxy of constellations

Contributing their light

Like eyes, shining in the white darkness

Frozen in endless infinity