80/twenty

Bejeweled below

The moon opens wide outside,

settling in the sky like a streetlamp.

It hangs over a canopy of undulating clouds,

below.

We coast along the dark, empty boulevard of our night.

The descent has started.

We fall into the treasure box of the lighted city,

bejeweled below,

and bright with early evening hope.

Quietly near Embankment

20120415-030228.jpgEmbankment Park, London

Lines

20120415-030519.jpgOutside London