The light was lifted up and off

by evening’s firm hand.

We were sitting outside with our drinks,

taking in the expensive air

of a world we could not afford.

Like many a rich setting

we had come in over the fence,

knowing those who stared our way

saw us as trespassers.

But we were not ready to leave

Until the moon with cynical wink gave lantern to our walk

Back to city gates and out into the poverty of our lives.

We left the gold behind,

taking only the few silver moonbeams.


Christine Emmert, USA