Luna - Poem by william upton
The supermoon sat still above the city.
A perfectly round spotlight
Illuminating the night for the exiting baseball crowd.
Reflecting itself into three rivers of stillness,
Resting high above the human hubbub in motion below.
Everywhere the city lights exploded in dreamlike sparkle,
With headlights and neon and starbursts of color.
Fireworks exploded over a mass exodus of kinetic, urban diversity.
Above the chaos,
Alone, looking down, was the solitary man in the moon.
So quiet from this vantage point-
So deliberately peaceful.
A minute ago was the roar of humanity,
Collaborating with the eventual scattering in every direction,
Creating a canvas of brilliant artistic surrealism.
Now, just the moon in the sky without so much as a breeze,
Dwarfing the darkness of the universe
While overlooking a city on fire with colors.
It sits alone from my view on the hill...
Peacefully ending the evening.
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