In the bright darkness,
confusion settled.
The Christmas lights
interrupted
the sky, posing as stars,
momentarily almost content
to illuminate the bottle
filled with pink
liquid
accompanied by cranberries
and goat cheese,
but not-so-secretly
wishing to join Orion.
It was a good reminder
that though they may aspire
to the next step, the bigger
picture,
to wed Cassiopeia
by reaching across the northern sky
to capture her in the palm of their hand,
they are, for now,
part of the Manhattan
skyline,
a miniature spot of happiness
in the lack of darkness
and, tonight, they will just be
lights.
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