
From up in the sky
like the limbs of the lazy,
stretches our river.

From up in the sky
like the limbs of the lazy,
stretches our river.

Swaying drunkenly,
chasing after the sunset—
high sails on the port.

Pockmarked and freckled,
rough around the edges: earth;
imperfect is life.

A city aglow;
Screen lights, down lights, and tube lights:
drowning out moonlight.

Glowing live action,
lightsabers in formation—
child’s play for adults.