April 17, 2017 – Nocturne
Night falls unevenly on the city.
Nothing is equal, it seems, even the moon
at night sheds its light across the bay
with a certain, blind discrimination.
Parts of the city get darker quicker –
we avoid those streets and neighborhoods where
danger lurks, and pain. Shadows of ghosts
arrive early to ply their trade in souls.
Other parts remain illuminated
well into the night’s descent – moon and stars
beam down tree-lined avenues and streets
refusing safe harbor to darkened dreams.
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