2 Am
The lights stay up to
keep me awake
in this town that is a party.
The black night is a
dome that cloaks
our busy turmoil with
buried faces
in their bubbles and clouds.
Faces pass
as fast as the light. The air is
hushed in its tone,
but it feels like a new
wave of life.
I stare out the taxi window
and watch the town
before I have to go
to sleep.
Copyright © Sarah Myers | Year Posted 2012
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