The sky is still darkening,
the edge of pink fading out of existence,
when the lights at the amphitheater
shut off for the film to start on the screen.
No fireflies roam the skies here
like they do back home,
their lights flickering softly.
Instead, the flying foxes swoop
down in front of the movie
and hundreds of stars still shine,
despite the projector and the projection.
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