A TOWN AT NIGHT
Lights and lamps, shine as gems on a Jeweller’s cloth,
casually thrown town, meandering plans.
Distant engine rumble,a single Banshee tyre squeal.
Folk asleep, surrounded by night, kept at bay.
Scribbled roads cross and join, threaded between
buildings,the bigger ones escaping to
Clear sky above takes 1st for grandeur,
deep blue-black sets off a harvest moon,
countless stars, exposed by the night
appear like dust under ultra violet.
Height creates toy town image along
the valley floor while glass eye lake winks
in the lunar glow.
Just visible mist beginning to form, patchwork
clumps, like fallen fledgling clouds from a cumulus
nest . Hidden greenery quiet and still, awaits the
return of day, it’s natural form twisted and confusing
by the absence of light.