as distant moon

as distant moon fades into sight,
let cool earth don her evening gown.
as lovers ride their midnight lines,
the poor man lays his bedding down.
in shadowed alleys of concrete,
the dull hum of lace-winged mayflies
lit dimly by the craning light
fatigued and weary, slows and dies.
let wet wings break through old clear shell
as monarchs from still treetops fall.
above the pauper’s restless sleep
let graceful, cool wind catch them all.
The quiet town’s at rest and still
moon’s lucent ring and windowsill.