The stars

I count the stars, which sounds impossible, but since I live in the city, I can. The night is a brown-gray mix with a handful of white dots. They blink a few times, checking to see if I’m still watching. 

I am.

Sometimes the red one—Mars—comes out for a hello. A legendary stardust member. It stands out against the few others.

So, when you ask me to shoot for the stars, I look up to see a handful. I don’t see the endless dots and opportunities like you. I see my few, but that’s okay.

I don’t need endless possibilities. I just need the one I’m after. And it’s right there. To the left of Mars. That’s what I’m going for. It blinks a few times, wondering if I’m ready to cross the finish line. 

I am.

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