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