Saturday, September 03, 2016

Postcard 3


There used to be more fireflies and stars out in the night
More points of light to wink at
Glittering spots of distraction
To make us spin in circles
Go down foxholes and alleys
Or sometimes just stand still staring up
We once had dark to comfort us
Before, in childhood, long ago
Before the concrete and sodium glow
Blanketed us in false security
Made promises of solace, but instead
Shines so bright it hurts the eyes
Sometimes turning our tears into twinkles

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