Watching Memphis

Through the window, I watched the first city lights grow restless at dusk I counted them among stokes of colour- A hint of magenta in lazy blue Shining- along the bank of the Mississippi A few tall buildings etched the horizon Like a walled fortress of shadow and sun Lining- And some with glass windows mirrored the waning sun- a gateway, a mirror. We crossed the bridge traversing the river Lighting- the waters along the bank of Memphis. I watched, and knew how quick the road, the evening would carry me on. But still I let down the window, Breathing- the scent and sounds of the city, and caught the music floating down along the banks of the Mississippi.