Planet-Free Sky

Unpeopled conversations
In nonsocial languages
Would make proper poetry,

Would never fool you with lights
That outshine all the others
Only because they’re so close

And blinking vigorously
As they roar over your house—
Lights you learn are pathetic,

Actually filled with pathos—
While the wandering planets
Offer local reflections,

Other kinds of deceptions,
Quieter but still too close.
Honesty is so far off.