All around the city, is made anew for my friend and me. We stare at steam that carries itself up from tainted trains. The steam flutters high, and accompanies the stars
above from the corner of every block. We continue to walk, passing him and her: two strangers on this grateful road. This road.
A path spoken times ago of good fortunes with histories hidden under quiet cobblestones. Where will this way take us next with so few
hours left of the night? This night could be our last, so we dance along the sidewalks
and sideways, prance among him and her again. By Morning's beginning and Night's flighty end, all around us is a city that was made anew to my friend and me.
