Sunday, April 14, 2013
A Night Without Northen Lights
From my roof I sought the northern lights
The moon shone silver in the clear night
keeping the aurora borealis out of sight
banning the promised show from a city too bright.
clouds soon blanketed the heavens with a soft white
disappointed I descended from the the roof's heights
to my room and drink beer to soften the plight
of man's futile search for the northern lights
and I don't have to rythme anything with beer,
because the dance of the sky is always there after the sixth beer.
Labels:
aurora borealis,
brooklyn,
fort greene,
northern lights
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