No Moon

Knees planted firmly on couch
elbows resting, concrete ledge
leans out window.
Small brass lamp
glows softly
background illuminated.
No exhibitionism
most will not spot her perch
high above The Eagles Nest

A satin demi bra
houses mini breasts.
long drags on menthol cigarette
cool night air
blows across bare shoulders.
Gaze at the city below
soft equatorial light fades rapidly
Black is the Night.

Myopic vision produces hazy view
twinkles in the distance.
star shaped auras
around gold street lights
silver blue head lights
soft florescent green
glowing windows.
red streamers tail lights
ribbon highway.

Past the lights
not so far away
Black is the Edge
Black is the Night.

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