cityscape by kiersten wood
under the yawning moonlight,
sidewalk’s cement burns
with phantom footprints
dirtying the city street
with invisible blood
stains of scars and scarcity
echoing in black air,
like orchestras tainted
with vivaldi, or whistles
of a child’s tune, or perhaps
harmonizing sirens
narrow, the street lingers
into blackness concealed
by the moon’s dark side