stars! stars

 from plastic a poem by  Matthew Rice

stars! stars!

stars! illuminigng bright on the sky,

glimmering and twinkling on the Blue!

Stars, the watch guard during night special

stars, only through Milkey way

our Night shifts, our secret hourlong  romance,

our confidential discussions, our night shift

responsibilities- each with a tap aloud from above

stars are witness, recording our move;

I know  a friend of mine, 

for whom night shift a  special care

her sustenance and her answer to the Boss

in her night shift every day,every hour;

music and dance her occasional gap

cars and cabs - within her fold, watching

and let them go - light though,

she was all diligent and patient her won way;