Alluring haze of plaza commerce,
signifies a life inverse
As birds on wind and fish to stream,
the fallen flock to neon gleam.
Such a glow can be so cold,
to numb the form to bruising blows.
Prismatic light does blind and daze,
the wayward walkers' hapless craze.
Deep inside a pool of beacons,
faithless fortune has wills weakened.
Where columns reach from asphalt mire,
they drown and sink in backlit fire.
Lines of flight do weave and cross,
like tangled mats of concrete moss.
To reach out into the current,
can galvanize the waning moment.
Here, meat-on-sticks from men-with-stalls,
attract the passing wherewithal.
Policemen drunk on tea and talk,
midst twilight air which nurses walk.
Look to quell activity abound,
and silence all around with sound.
A nightly meditation, smooth as tonic,
whose pour does birth a new harmonic.
'Til those fingertips where dew condense, sing to the nightwalk:
"Day shall commence".