There’s the polished moon again
hanging in its velvet sky,
and the stars
in party clothes–
every sunset’s a new occasion
to haul out the jewels.
The night’s a rich affair
invitation only
and I linger on the sidewalk
like a match girl skirting
the houses of the wealthy
with their bright lights, laughter,
and clinking crystal–
Hoping someone’s gaze will turn,
spot the princess beneath my rags
and pull me in to their magical soirée.
_______________________
A Space to be Filled 