The street astronomer’s telescope
points out over the harbor
at a dot of light
no one noticed.
He’s offering a view
–donations accepted–
of the one still thing
in this night.
I’ll have a look
though I already know what I’ll see.
I’ll only get so many views
so I wait my turn
as boats click against docks
and young adults stream out of the bars
and sneak one more brief peek.