EVENING STREET
A slender line of moon
elegance poised above
a painter's feast, moody
purple, a wispy edge
maroon like angel's hair
uncombed. The departing sun
mirrors a pale blue
wash, a chilly fading
underneath. The city's gloss
stands to attention. Poles
ordered, yellow like
soldiers, glare electric
promises, metal fluorescent
in blue and florid orange
flash by me. Flash
buy me, eat me, flash
take me, flash be me.
Up ahead darkness rescues
a night coursed with wheels
dancing a red delight,
before a corner turns
to home. And there the
line of moon, elegant
still, relief poised above
the hill a broody silhouette.
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