Sky

I miss the butterflies
that used to visit
our butterfly bush
every summer

I miss the deer
that used to wander
into the abandoned orchard
next to us for apples

Most of all, I miss
a night sky blazing
with stars, so many more
than this smattering
of token urban stars

--stars far beyond numbers
breath-taking, awe-inspiring
argument and proof
of human smallness
a nightly jolt of humility

which somehow our ancestors
under skies before industry
starry, starry nights
saw in an opposite way
looking up not with humility
but into unbridled opportunity
a powerful calling
to destiny and empire

which would be realized
the success of greed
destroying the sky

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