Night light

can you hear the night-

the stench of the smoke and fuel

from the autos and asphalt

in the river that bubbles up

along the boulevard

late-night rendezvous-

from the city to the country sides

where a thousand pink and blue lights 

streak and wave

in the moonlight

this is our way

like the moss and the animals that

creep along the ground

in the summer’s twilight

so, too, the City’s streets 

with her players and her pimps

gathered there among the garbage

and the bums

the life in the night calls to me

w.e.Campbell – © 10/25/2002