City Lights

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Was there ever a shot as beautiful,
Ever a sensation so high,
As staring into the dark
Of city lights in late July?


Can there be a sight equally grand,
Or a moment this inopportune,
To look expecting nothing
But see a region in full bloom?


And what is more ephemeral
Than the streetcar outracing time?
Drifting on outskirts of a city
The sidewalk’s edge undefined


When darkness embraces streetlights wild,
Sharpening every sense and fear,
A single beam flickers and dies
But who will know it was ever there?





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Shpun said...
Sept. 13, 2011 at 8:33 am
Hi I am using your poem for a magazine making project in computer class. Let me know if I shouldnt.
 
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