Summer Night
The air is soft only the way it can be
in the citified fumes of summer downtown
The grays and dull orange and lemmon peel skies
cling heavy to the ridges and all my sighs
The way lighted lamps cause warm shadow figures
to dance, ah just a cat and moth
And grumbling four tired vehicles sash away around
the corner restoring 'Concerto de Emtomology'playing
every night as first showing all summer
The air is warm, but soft, soft and.warm with dampnesd
to my collar.There is a lone srar, flickering, maybe a planet
Hard to be for certain for smog lays heavy in the heat.
Just one star, billions waiting back, holding onto the
darkened shroud we so ineptly call eternity.So this it it
With everything cascading down into this one point.
My existence only as far as I can see, sunset, street lamp light,
a cat, moth, tires, and a choir of cacadas and crickets
and one lonely star.
Maybe it's not the bigger picture outside but the smaller
thumbnail print inside
I will never reach out and touch eternity.It's too far and too
big...just too much.
But I can reach in and touch what is important in me.
I can effect it as it affects me
poem by Midnights Voice
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