By Andrew R. Duckworth
Sliver of light in a speckled canopy
Over purple lights of a purple city,
A thin crescent of a November sky.
Traffic lights and truck tail lights
Down a brick street of boots, heels, and hats.
Horse drawn carriages
From stockyards to downtown.
Neon lights but big western hearts
Under a big blanket of stars.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 