one's mother had died
another was calling from hell
such inventions they needed for a day off work

one couldn't find a clean toilet cubicle
another could fly like a bird but not land
these were some dreams occupying their nights

one counted magpies and looked for more
another was glued to the news- for the cricket scores
topics worthy of speech

one was a band of housemartins weaving the air
another was a horizon-far monoculture field
some scenes sore eyes swept over

one celebrates the progress made
while mourning the lost position
worries inherent in taking a walk

while dice are happy to show their faces
one at a time, we'll keep in mind all the rest
they are real stars in a painted sky
the opposite of our constellations