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Lights
by Richard VinceBeyond the reflections, there are
Lights. The strings of pearls
Adorning the bridges have
Given way to streetlights and
Lamplights as the world has
Changed from city to hinterland.
The shades are a spectrum of
Fluorescent and halogen whites
And tungsten yellows, and
The lightened colours of curtains,
Trees and walls and whatever
Else cages the light.
The sickening sprawl is somehow
Softened when only the parts
Illuminated by artificial stars
Can be seen. A city by night
Begins to look almost like
The heavens brought down to
Earth, their bright jewels
Scattered over the angular horizon.
Somehow, the way the night
Makes everywhere look like
Anywhere makes me feel
More at home in this land of
Unfamiliar accents and
Alien attitudes.
01/16/2009 Posted on 01/19/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/19/09 at 11:46 PM I like how well this illustrates just how much the little things can pull us through. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/20/09 at 02:35 PM I recall a sight like this from years ago while being in Cincinnati. I was sitting in a restaurant high up on a hillside overlooking the city. This is a nice write. |
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