When a night city
Tinges a lowering sky
With the virtual reality
Of a false dawn,
One longs for darkness,
Starlight and moonlight,
Outlines of lanes, trees,
And simple house forms
Sending warm lamplight,
As surely it must have been
Before Edison's "brainstorm".
Then, night silence reigned
Supreme in a realm of shadows
And deep, restful, sleep.

by Anne Marron Rensel

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