The Evening Show

The Evening Show 
  

unfinished

I saw the moon beneath the drifting clouds,

above the city’s lights, at eventide.
The clouds were dark, the moon a shining orb
and all the sky a stage for this display—
until the clouds had veiled the moon again.

And then, beneath that shrouded moon, I saw
a blinking firefly-plane go sailing by.

And as I watched, the moon peeked in and out—
a lamp suspended in the eastern sky,
as clouds, like wind-tossed curtains, parted, closed—
and I stood staring, through the city’s lights.

2018 October 22nd, Mon.
Brooklyn, New York