city in the stars

it is quiet. here, by myself. it is peace.

melody

the neighborhood’s melody plays long after i have gone.

my city

more than 16 years, i spenttreading cracked sidewalks dreams extending to the skylinesinvisible to mortal eyes small city girllying on carpets of dried grass,sticks uncomfortably in my backand the absence of stars beige and gray and greenor, rather, the absence of greenpainted with artificial and the close-knitted community(wait – i didn’t even know my neighbors’

lantern

the night is dark,with a slight breeze in the air,as the moonlight glistensoff the rippling waves of the lake. i can see the lights of the city above us,flickering lights that waver and steady,and can almost imagine the chaos of nightlife,and the hustle and bustle still continuing,even to morning hours. but, here, it is just