Returning Through the Blue Manhattan Streets When Evening Dies
Abandoned streets
Reveal a city’s state
From each I see
Reflected light in clouds
The path I take
Shows lights in neon red
From each a hill
Above the midnight crowds
The birds are gone
Departed sunset winds
A new moon came
Between the wind-blown shrouds
Somewhere out there
A green-filled gate awaits
For now I walk
And sing this verse out loud
