stars

stars,
in the window
dazzling bright lights
between the roar of the motorway
and the place i live
with the knowledge
the Refinery is all that there is
i had the good thought
to witness this
vision of a city - scape
that would shame a metropolis
a series of smoking chimneys
mistaken for towerblocks
the illusion glimmers
like a view from above
across the town i live
the bonfires burn.