star gazing

you have been following
the constellations
late at night with
your new telescope,
the movement of the
planets, the stars
as they align into
the big and small
dipper. there's
cupid, there's
mars, and then you
see your neighbor
on the tenth floor
of the highrise up
the street. she's
on her balcony,
in a white bath towel,
brushing her long
brown hair, her
legs are long
and as white as
the surface of
the moon. and you
have suddenly
lost interest in
the galaxies above,
who cares anymore
about pluto, or
shooting stars.