Greycastle III



The lights of the city

Echo off the glass windows

                  and the small mica chunks

                  in the sidewalk glittering

While the night wears onward

                  with its futile attempts at entry

                  repulsed again and again by

                  man's technological splendor


Walking alone I stop and gaze into

                  a bar where people

                  are drinking and laughing

                  just a bit too loudly

And the twinkling lights of a plane

                  far above make me wonder what

                  the city looks like from on high

Not quite starshine come to Earth



                                                                                                            Christopher J. Cramer

                                                                                                            November 6, 1982