Greycastle III

The lights of the city

Echo off the glass windows

and the small mica chunks

in the sidewalk glittering

While the night wears onward

with its futile attempts at entry

repulsed again and again by

man's technological splendor

Walking alone I stop and gaze into

a bar where people

are drinking and laughing

just a bit too loudly

And the twinkling lights of a plane

far above make me wonder what

the city looks like from on high

Not quite starshine come to Earth

Christopher J. Cramer

November 6, 1982