Metaphors Poem by Albert Ahearn

The yellow incandescent lights
Of early hours stare outward from
their artificial galaxy
like miniature jaundiced stars.
An Exxon Mobil neon sign
Emits bursts of intense red light
Blinking like a tiny pulsar;
Two blue-white halogen headlights
flicker along a thoroughfare
as rapid moving satellites.
Engrossed in this imagined view
looking out my bedroom window
until the sun opened his eye
then all but one had disappeared.