City Lights
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Was there ever a shot as beautiful,
Ever a sensation so high,
As staring into the dark
Of city lights in late July?
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Can there be a sight equally grand,
Or a moment this inopportune,
To look expecting nothing
But see a region in full bloom?
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And what is more ephemeral
Than the streetcar outracing time?
Drifting on outskirts of a city
The sidewalk’s edge undefined
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When darkness embraces streetlights wild,
Sharpening every sense and fear,
A single beam flickers and dies
But who will know it was ever there?
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-j a z-
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Wow, good poem-so maybe I was wrong, maybe I would in fact purchase a poetry book written by you. I liked this poem a lot and wish I could write like this sometimes. I have a much different rawer style of writing any almost always avoid figures of speech or the likes. However, a line or two of this poem had me envying that style of poetry free verse.
great images and cadence in this i could feel the beat