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Colin Goedecke

The Night the City Went Dark

on the big blackout

 
Red lights
flaring like Roman candles
at empty intersections.
Headlights
wanding like blind men’s sticks
from slow moving cars,
feeling their way
along hushed boulevards.
Flashlights
swinging from invisible arms
like country train conductors.’
Moonlight
round and luminous. And there
to the right, red Mars,
a bright floating ember.
Candlelights
in windows, flickering
in the eyes of passersby,
revelers and garden
dwellers. Silhouettes
on stoops, some silent,
some speaking. Everyone
idling, everything easing
in the great suspended dark
of the City, in this now
soft and shape-filled
shadow world.
 
 
 
Colin Goedecke
New York City
August 2003

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