…written when I was fresh off the boat about nine years ago and landed in Chicago and still used punctuation and capitalization. I can’t pin a picture to this one, yet. 


Looking out at the sprawl of twenty million left behind at dusk,
bent over the metal rail of the lofty lighthouse in a shadowed skyline
I watched the landscape smoulder in the blueness of the night.

Waters glowed in a full moon like the shivers of a firefly.

The city shone with defiance,
rebelling against the night.
Challenging the authority of the dark
Man made fire-
created light.

And, refusing to retire
into the shadows of the dark

I opened my arms and joined in the rebellion.

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