Sky

In the night sky,
a green tint to the stars
and their light
shines through the haze.
 
Spinning like a top,
the dizzy stars a spiral of movement
and they whirl,
so busy on their nowhere paths.
 
Whirl, whirl, whirl
and I fall down to watch them
and they don't mind
me watching.
 
A bright star-
my eyes entranced-
and it loops
across the sky,
different from the others
somehow.