The Solitude of the City Night

April 3, 2012
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The plane peaks out of the
Black night sky
It's sound soars
Through the night
Like a churning, roaring
Machine gobbling up the space

It fills the void of the night
With a sweet emptiness
Straight from a packet 
Of grainy brown sugar

The red lights flash on in
The distance as the 
People sleep cozily inside
Biding their time as they
Return home or arrive
In a new destination...

Characterized by soaring 
Steal sky scrapers
And a silence only
Broken by the rusty
Whirring of the engine
Of the metal bird in the sky.

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