Pink and blue graffiti the sky
until the clouds explode confetti
and the evening party
rumbles in the horizon.
The spotlights shine
golden line and my fingers
dance a line across the view.
My feet still sing me lullabies
of night time neon reflections
and rain puddle soliloquies.
The sky drops the curtain
and I prepare for the performance
of shooting stars
and an aerial moon spinning
from her swing.
Poetic Trials 