I’m loving the creative freedom a whole summer of no revision brings 😍 Prepare for more New York posts – I’m taking thousands of photos!
the storm has dislodged the stars from the sky
and they have scattered dazed, blinking, here;
the highway streams a rush of liquid gold.
the peach clouded sunset is soft, blurred,
no match for the sharp distinction of a neon city.
the plane rolls on a slicked runway and
synthetic amber lights glint; a warning.