My desk has left the building,No recourse left but:Phone haiku review.(Actually free verse, but the above was at least. Since my desk is AWOL literally, I whipped out a verse in 5 mins)Luminous little lampsHanging in a dark, stormfreshed sky.Each one a tawny word illuminating a melancholy thought. She looks so sad, white and beautiful in the light from these little lights, which upon a closer look, reveal themselves not stars, but tiny pale moons.