A majestic urban landscape,
Tall, twinkling, tactile somehow,
And the full moon,
Rising above it,
Lighting a path,
Across the bay.
The water, stained,
All crushed purples and violets,
And a line of light across it…
A single, solitary stork,
Kept lonely vigil,
On the moon, across the bay.

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