-the first ones to say-

A clear night and the early
crescent Moon is hung
like a winking eye.

Stars increase their numbers

above the incandescent
streetlights glistening in amber.

Once, fishbowls of various candies

would sit uncovered on the counters;

all that me and others of my kind

were immediately drawn to in our passion for sweet stuff.

This is the time when Shopping Malls,

finely penciled in blue, lay unfurled

across the drafting boards of certain offices downtown.

Someone said: “We’re not alone.

                          There are people in Westport”.

Meanwhile, stars strengthened in number and luminosity

far above the waning, winking Moon.

Somebody said: “We’re not alone"

and the simple romance in the stars would need other considerations.