Canto Cutie - Volume 3

the sight of
a glowing convenience store sign a block down,
whose neon light caresses the faces of those who pass,
softening yet revealing each individual’s hills and dips,
(ups and downs);
uniform, towering apartments covered in vines, marble, and steel —
(were they ever meant to be together,
those things made by mother nature and these things
made by our nature?)
fills my eyes.
above me is
an inky black sky peppered with
just about a million glittering stars, twinkling
as if they were trying to play peekaboo with the dark
that gently envelops them now, but
will
u d u t d y
n o b e l
soon
consume
them.
poh poh says,
“if you look at them for too long,
you’re going to have as many moles as there are stars!”
but,
even in the city where the stars hide,
i bloom speckles of pigment:
a natural reminder that
maybe i’m supposed to be
on the watch for them.
i breathe and
in this small city,
in this fleeting,
seemingly insignificant moment, only
w o n d e r
fills my heart.