wide moon eye sliding between buildings in an overnight cityscape
the river behind me, tourists whooping obnoxious
drunken birds from the Galt House 23rd floor

this is the time of night when loaded semis migrate I-65; the 2nd street bridge
now just out of eyeline is almost dark in the absence of commuters
the lights dimmer on the Indiana side of the river

underwhelming like drunken birds clutching power wires somewhere in Washington state
O moon let us reimagine a moment the gone world somewhere in the rear view of tired commuters

now in the rare silence between balcony drunks
and, at our backs, the unstopping river