A bottle of used hot sauce is weary, worried it is responsible for the larger heat and fire.
Tea cups are arranged for a party, but pebbles promise to get stuck in eager teeth.
A blue bump tries to remove itself, leaving a gaping wound.
A fence bulges and bends, containing the invisible. 
A child's hand reports the air quality to those looking for clean inhalation.
Wayward white paper has been crying, its message lost.
A tree strapped tries not to waver from the growth it has before it.
Caution cones are weary as their job is never ending. 
A tiny stage begs for its performer and audience on an empty lawn.
Jagged and scraped, orange and white attempt to emphasize yellow.
A strange man makes a moldy announcement, mouth agape. 
Behind the fence, this is where the fire sits.   

Oh starry sky
You enchant me
I have wished upon your shimmering lights
Time and time again
Repeating a childhood rhyme
Sending messages in invisible bottles
Occasionally landing on a passing satellite 
Accidental wishes carry themselves to far away lands 
Never as far as the light years
That bring this vision to our earthly realm

I believe in magic and fate
Even as the two collide 
The ingredients of dream states
I believe in tears that cleanse my soul
Allowing my heart to face the day 

As the fires rage
And the pandemic fails to fade
As humanity tries to destroy itself 
Your light shines for a billion years or more

If all the wishes spilled upon the earth
An immense understanding, compassion and wonder 
Would unfold into all the souls who found solace in your vision
Oh starry sky
I am under your spell