way up high, I look down and see a maze of streets.
no one there, just streets.
black pavement;
green grass;
grey sidewalks;
fenced in yards, some with dogs, some without;
all very quiet.

it’s late, I know it is.
I have no watch, but the moon is up high.
quiet.

far away in the night I hear a train.
it seems too quiet for the city.
where are all the people?
gone.
at home sleeping just as I should be
at home,
sleeping.