a large moon lay over the town, the sky soft and grey, hardly night time
though it had been for hours, hours
along the coastline hundred, hundreds of miles away the moon probably shines
filling up all the quiet space in the air
over a city of lights, flat like a picture and small
through the lens an old camera film
hazy and hot and breezy, recent rain makes muddy creek drains that slosh down the hills and disappear
the trees have oranges sweet oranges in the morning
and at nighttime there are streets and streets
lights blur through the fancy car window and my eyes are tired
my legs sore from walking without moving everywhere we go
only through an old lens i see this city
its a painting with water damage
soft soft and make believe
i believe i made it all up
this city with the moon high up now, it is much bigger
the moon swallowing the whole sky and the quiet night
in front of me there is no city
just the river where only light moves
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