i love it when the
night comes and ugly things
are beautiful- the horrid concrete building
is a stack of squared golden lights and there's
red and blue and green and yellow
in the grey-day worn-out town
like a surprise-

the moon is flat and pale and glowing,
thumb-sized, and there's
swinging lights like waves when cars
go by and shadows flitting
shades across the pavement
and the air's clear and cold and a
dog barks, into the inky blue lit-clouds sky
where other lights shine,
blinking spinning satellites and stars that
no longer exist
because they're so far away,
so far removed from
us.