Another city night, velvet
-textured, wine-hued,
here on the roof deck,
in a glass bowl
of new construction–
the sharp angles
of stilled cranes flashing
intermittent red–
and sometimes
a night is just
peaceful, I don’t know
what distinguishes it
except this soft,
late, light, the sky
that settles in
like an always
-faithful tide,
a sense
of containment,
yet kind, and spacious–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
I just love it!
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Thanks!
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“wine-hued” is awesome. The ending is exacting, yet because of the contrast cannot settle down into one place. Well done!
a sense
of containment,
but spacious, and kind–
That is just how I feel about those old narrow European streets. So human to want both, eh.
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exactly!
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Another beautiful and rhythmic work. Great use of vocabulary, as well. Everything ties together so well.
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Thank you, Maddy!
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This is wonderful.
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Thank you!
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Sumptuous!
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Thank you!
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