Dusk falls early now, but
the city lights block the stars,
so we gaze instead
at sunsets from rooftops.
At the corner Table, we drink wine,
red as the iron sky, as night
melts into the streets
and sidewalks go quiet
I think to the hidden moon,
does it feel grand,
important,
do you feel welcomed by
the red curtain of day parting
for your grand entrance
onto the stage...