Last night

Waxing half moon aligns

the tilted edifices of the skies.

Standing sentinels crowned in water towers,

allowing passage between shadows.

The neon lights bring out the night;

breathing in smells of vintage shirts

and ethnic food vendors;

taking in the energy of sirens;

as taxis race, to lay rubber.

Groups of clicking heels pass,

heading uptown to the next popular venue.

We stare up towards the rooftop.

In a moments mind, we take the time

to decipher our perception

of up from down.

One moon helps~ to be seen,

through all of waters reflections;

in every penny fountain wished,

or peered over the city cruise.

We drink in the gleam.

A glimpse in each sip;

unclosed cupfuls that pass the evening lines.

A shimmering glow,

leaving impressions on our faces,

as we look up to meet,

in gaze and wonder, the waxed,

halved moonlight, tonight.

~Jessi