…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-
And, refusing to retire
into the shadows of the dark
I opened my arms and joined in the rebellion.