Cracks

A poem

Photo by Mick Haupt on Unsplash

Streetlights pop on at dusk
like diamonds sunk
into a salmon sky
(or like the slightest cracks
in the ceiling
have opened wide)

signifying
nightlife
has begun.
Adult nightlights
are on.
I’m on the outskirts
of town

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store