Amber

North Georgia Moon
(not Atlanta)
by Jack






Amber


The amber Moon struggles to rise
Through Atlanta's humid mists
Mists of auto exhaust fine particle
Emissions May musk fragrant
Putrid
The Moon Struggles in a sky with
Maybe three stars in a night
Overlit with the incandescence of
Thousands of glaring street lamps
Lighting the asphalt


The amber Moon goes
Yellow to almost white
Atlantans filled with fright
Lock their doors houses filled with
Light
Bright white light to protect
Atlantans taking pills to sleep
As the Moon courses through
Trees shadows threatening
Their lives




--Jack
May 9, '09