The dark crept up
Sudden like a thief
Intent on stealing your gems
The pearls from your neck
That gleam in your eye
As the steam from the asphalt curled
A hemp rope rising
As a Cobra in the dim
To a pipers tune, in June
Here am I, the visionary
Reconnoiter the blank slate
Tallied awed and sputtered. How fast,
The hand went in unfelt,
And the sky went broke.
Fairly the human glow lights
Of commerce flickered
Came to a point of aura
On the hill, as the cars sped up
And the crayon black asphalt
Simmered and howled
Each tree gaining form
In the blaze of headlights
Chasing shadows down
The bank