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The Backyard at Night
Poetry inspired by city living
Far-flung,
through two metal fences and blotted black
evergreen branches with needly fingers,
maybe 50 feet,
I see my neighbor’s outside refuge.
Their back porch
The brick-and-mortar stands out
amongst muted nighttime hues:
lighter shadow, shadow, and darker shadow –
the only spot of color, a diorama of city living
The light affixed to the ceiling
bathes the outdoor space
In bright red and white patterns,
yeah, distinctly brick
and wooden brown colors too, nice porch
A deluge of illuminating photons streaming from and to
pushing back night blindness
Until an indifferent hand flips a switch
At the speed of light
the brick and wooden contrast
silently disappears
to background shades of lighter shadow,
shadow, and darker shadow.
Through black evergreen branches
and two fences.
