We searched for over an hour <br />for a dog shit free patch of grass <br />to lay our aching backs upon. <br />Defeated yet unsuprised <br />we settled for the roof of a bus <br />shelter, Sally thought it was a <br />good idea 'we'll be closer to the <br />stars' she said. <br />Together we brushed aside <br />damp mushy leaves, a leafy <br />waterfall fell. Rusty cans stolen <br />of thier colour, and drained of <br />thier power, were kicked into <br />the hungry night. Sally swore <br />she saw a needle, on closer <br />inspection, we found it to be a <br />shredded sweet wrapper, shiny side up. <br />We laid back and looked up at the <br />blackboard sky, a blackboard sky that <br />lacked even the slightest chalk mark. <br />Nothing but black empty silence. <br />Boredom or backache won its race <br />to the brain, so we lowered ourselves <br />back down onto the chewing gum <br />splattered floor. <br />Dissapointed yet unsuprised <br />we made stars appear within the black <br />of our eyes, Fixed our gaze onto the flickering <br />light of the bus stop, then closed our eyes tight. <br />Stars, Millions of speckled stars........ <br />Sally swore she saw a shooting star, <br />I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was <br />merely the headlights of a coming car. <br />Star gazing in the city is a lottery of smoggy chance.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/attempted-star-gazing-in-the-city/
