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.
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